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God knows what is hiding, |
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In those weak and drunken hearts. |
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I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry, |
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Those Hardfaced Queens of misadventure. |
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God knows what is hiding, |
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In those weak and sunken eyes. |
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A Fiery throng of muted angels, |
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Giving love but getting nothing back. |
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People help the people, |
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And if your homesick, |
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Give me your hand and I'll hold it. |
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People help the people, |
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And nothing will drag you down. |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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I'd be cold as a stone, |
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And rich as the fool, |
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That turned all those good hearts away. |
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God knows what is hiding, |
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In this world of little consequence. |
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Behind the tears, inside the lies, |
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A thousand slowly dying sunsets. |
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God knows what is hiding, |
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In those weak and drunken hearts. |
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I guess the loneliness came knocking, |
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No one needs to be alone, oh singing, |
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People help the people, |
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And if your homesick, |
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Give me your hand and I'll hold it. |
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People help the people, |
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And nothing will drag you down. |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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I'd be cold as a stone, |
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And rich as the fool, |
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That turned all those good hearts away. |
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People help the people, |
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And if your homesick, |
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Give me your hand and I'll hold it. |
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People help the people, |
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And nothing will drag you down. |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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Oh and if I had a brain, |
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I'd be cold as a stone, |
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And rich as the fool, |
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That turned all those good hearts away. |