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People, I was standin at the crossroad, |
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With my head hung down and cryin. |
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Yes, standin at the crossroad, |
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With my head hung down and cryin. |
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Well, I was lookin for my baby, |
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And I know she's not around. |
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I work hard for my baby, |
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She treat me like a slave. |
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I work hard for my baby, |
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She treat me like a slave. |
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Yeah, she must be tired of livin, |
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I'll put her six feet in her grave. |
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Well, I was standin at the crossroad, |
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And my baby not around. |
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Standin at the crossroad, |
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And my baby not around. |
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Well, I begin to wonder, |
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Is poor Elmo sinkin down? |
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Well, I was standin here waiting, baby, |
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With my heart right in my hand. |
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Yes, standin here waiting, baby, |
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With my heart right in my hand. |
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Well, I was lookin for my baby, |
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She was out with another man. |