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I keep on backing losers |
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The beggars not the choosers |
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I keep on backing losers |
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The beggars not the choosers |
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How come they always find me |
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Then turn my head and blind me |
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With tales of how they need to start anew |
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They feed but never feed me |
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I just cater for the needy |
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Tending broken hearts is what i do |
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I keep on backing losers |
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The beggars not the choosers |
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But I'm no longer buying |
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The sobbing and the sighing |
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I'm through with playing sister |
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Of mercy to the Misters |
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Who tell me that they're so misunderstood |
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And that being with me is giving |
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Them the strength to go on living |
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And that I alone can make them feel so good |
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I keep on backing losers |
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The beggars not the choosers |
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But I'm no longer buying |
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The sobbing and the sighing |
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Years |
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Of stroking heads and drying tears |
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Of being there to calm their fears |
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I've had enough I'm steering clear, clear, clear |
