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There's no use crying, talking to a stranger |
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Naming the sorrow you've seen |
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Too many sad times, too many bad times |
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Nobody knows what you mean |
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Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows |
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And give them all to me |
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You would lose them, I know how to use them |
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Give them all to me |
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There's no use rambling, walking in the shadows |
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Trailing a wandering star |
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No one beside you, no one to guide you |
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Nobody knows who you are |
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Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows |
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And give them all to me |
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You would lose them, I know how to use them |
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Give them all to me |
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Oh, no use roaming, lying by the roadside |
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Seeking a satisfied mind |
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Too many highways, too many byways |
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Nobody's walking behind |
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Oh, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows |
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And give them all to me, oh |
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You would lose them, I know how to use them |
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Give them all to me |
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Somehow you could pack up your sorrows |
