| You never place gold dust in my hair
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| You made me a child of a no good man
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| My only love precious gift from above
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| Now he is leaving, day by day
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| Hear me crying, ah, slowly dying
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| Oh Lord, what are you doing to me
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| I never cared about the troubles that life brings
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| In fact I’m grateful, thankful for every little thing
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| So if you hear me and love me, help me make him stay
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| Let me hold him, let me love him
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| Oh Lord, what are you doing to me
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| So, if you hear me, really, really hear me
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| Won’t you help me make him stay
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| Let me hold him, let me love him
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| Oh Lord, Lord, Lord
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| Oh Lord, Lord, Lord
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| Oh Lord, Lord, Lord
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| Oh Lord, What are you doing to me |