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Looking out my window pane |
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Sitting by the door alone |
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She's left me once again |
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Not sure when she comes back home |
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It's an every night affair |
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With someone new she says |
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I've lost my taste for toys |
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I bring joy to little boys |
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She puts on a brand new face |
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Her baby blues and long white lace |
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She turns to hug and hold me tight |
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Whatever soothes me in my fright |
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She's gonna soon be leaving town |
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With some other man she's found |
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And tells me I'm a big boy now |
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And we will need a little [Incomprehensible] |
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Mother, can't you see what I need? |
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Mother, can't you hear when I plead? |
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Broken hearts and broken dreams |
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Are what I've made my life, it seems |
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Little children soon grow old |
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So that's what I'm taught and told |
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Can't explain the pains I hide |
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No matter how I try and try |
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Everything I do seems wrong |
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Ever since the day I was born |
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Mother, can't you see what I need? |
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Mother, can't you hear when I plead? Yeah |
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Wipe the tears away from my face |
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As I turned and walked from that place |
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Leave my past behind without a trace |
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Looking back I'm older now |
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Seems I might have cried too loud |
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It took too long to see |
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I was the one and you set me free |
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Some people say I'm looking good |
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And for my age I really should |
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I'm just an old man on the brink |
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And maybe that's the way that they think |