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I wouldn't listen and |
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I couldn't see |
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And all I have left now are words you said to me |
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Sing your song sweet music man' |
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Cos I won't be there to hold your hand like |
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I used toI'm through with you |
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You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man |
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But you surround yourself |
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With people who demand so little of you |
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You touched my soul with your beautiful song |
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And you even had me singing along right with you |
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You said, "I need you" |
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Then you changed the words and added harmony |
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And you sang the song you had written for me |
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To someone new |
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But nobody sings a love song quite like you do |
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And nobody else could make me sing along |
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And nobody else could make me feel |
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That things are right when |
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I know they're wrong |
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you |
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Sing your song sweet music man |
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You travel the world with a six piece band |
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That does for you but you ask 'em to |
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And you try to stay young |
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But the songs you've sung to so many people |
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They've all begun to come back on you |
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So sing your song sad music man |
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You're making your living doing one night stands |
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They're through with you they don't need you |
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You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man |
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But you'll keep on looking for one last fan |
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To sing him to |
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But nobody sings a love song quite like you do |
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And nobody else could make me sing along |
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And nobody else could make me feel |
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That things are right when you're wrong with the song |
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you |
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So sing your song sweet music man |
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I believe in you |
