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You can take all of the |
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Money that you made |
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And put it in a jar |
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Dragged outta my |
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That'll show you |
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Is heaven very far |
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You can take all of them |
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Letters that you need til you |
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Find out who you are |
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And maybe you can figure why |
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That woman wanna be so cruel |
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But you just can't forget her |
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Can you, fool |
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Oh, the winter nights and city lights |
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And the crying of the train |
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Every day, the hate of rain |
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Every memory's a pain |
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And you finally used |
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The sense God gave you |
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To come out of the rain |
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And still you can't figure why |
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That woman wanna be so cruel |
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But you just can't forget her |
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Can you, fool |
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Love is long and love is hard |
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And love brings lots of pain |
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For she was here and now she's gone |
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Please bring her back again |
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Now you can take all of |
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The money that you made |
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And put it in a jar |
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Dragged outta my |
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That'll show you |
|
Is heaven very far |
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You can take all of that |
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Medicine you need til you |
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Find out who you are |
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And maybe you can figure why |
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That woman wanna be so cruel |
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But you just can't forget her |
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Can you, fool |
