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Be like a rug, hashed out in club |
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And it's all for my better men |
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I'll give you a rib, with the mirror all dried up |
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When it's not much but a widow's gift |
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In the right raise of sun |
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If you squint hard enough |
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There can be only one like it |
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I'd write you a song, for all men to be one |
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And I'll sing it from a place of pride |
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I can sing over most and I'd gladly be the host |
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But most often I just hang my head and cry |
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There's a song beneath the earth |
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There is eyes within the dirt |
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Under the nails of a working man |
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Drug in by the rain, all the crooked ways I think |
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A wish as in a mood to die |
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But life, it is good, no matter how far you sink |
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Sometimes sitting still is better than to drop |
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When you're down in a hole |
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When your heart's weighed down like gold |
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There is a hand that can reach you there |
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