| God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
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| Guess he kissed the girls and made them cry
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| Those hard-faced queens of misadventure
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| God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken lives
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| Fiery throngs of muted angels
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| Giving love but getting nothing back, oh
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| People help the people
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| And if you're homesick
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| give me your hand and I'll hold it
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| People help the people
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| And nothing will drag you down
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| Oh and if I had a brain,
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| Oh and if I had a brain
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| I'd be cold as a stone and rich as a fool
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| That turned all those good hearts away
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| God knows what is hiding in this world of little consequence
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| Behind the tears, inside the lies
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| A thousand slowly dying sunsets
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| God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
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| Guess the loneliness came knocking
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| No one needs to be alone, oh singin'
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| People help the people
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| And if you're homesick,
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| give me your hand and I'll hold it
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| People help the people
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| Nothing will drag you down
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| Oh and if I had a brain,
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| Oh and if I had a brain
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| I'd be cold as a stone and rich as a fool
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| That turned all those good hearts away
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| Nah naaah nah nah naaaaahhhhhh oooouuuu
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| Nah naaah nah nah naaaaahhhhhh oooouuuu
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| People help the people
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| And if you're homesick,
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| give me your hand and I'll hold it
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| People help the people
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| Nothing will drag you down
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| Oh and if I had a brain,
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| Oh and if I had a brain
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| I'd be cold as a stone and rich as a fool
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| That turned all those good hearts away |