| Hey mama, when you leave
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| Don’t leave a thing behind
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| I don’t want nothin'
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| I can’t use nothin'
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| Take care into the hall
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| And if you see my friends
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| Tell them I’m fine
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| Not using nothin'
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| Almost burned out my eyes
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| Threw my ears down to the floor
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| I didn’t see nothin'
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| I didn’t hear nothin'
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| I stood there like a block of stone
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| Knowin' all I had to know
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| And nothin' more
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| Man, that’s nothin'
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| As brothers our troubles are
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| Locked in each others arms
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| And you better pray
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| They never find you
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| Your back ain’t strong enough
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| For burdens doublefold
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| They’d crush you down
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| Down into nothin'
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| Being born is going blind
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| And buying down a thousand times
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| To echoes strung
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| On pure temptation
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| Sorrow and solitude
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| These are the precious things
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| And the only words
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| That are worth rememberin' |