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Sing your song sweet music man |
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Cuz I won't be there to hold your hand |
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Like I used to |
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I'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 with people who demand so little of you |
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You touched my soul with your beautiful song |
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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 to someone new |
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~Chorus~ |
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you do |
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Nobody else can make me sing along |
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Nobody else can make me feel that things are right when 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 your six-piece band |
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That does for you |
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What you ask them to |
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You try to stay young 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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Sing your song sad music man |
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Your making your living doin one night stands |
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They're through with you |
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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 searching for that one last fan |
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To sing to |
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~Chorus~ |
