| Have I become, a target that some people
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| can’t resist?
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| My flaws have become a greater risk
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| If my name is a synonym to love and
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| happiness then why am I bombarded
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| with distress?
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| My old friends, haven’t seen them since I
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| don’t know when
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| But I can send them a signed 8 by 10
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| My sweetheart, she understands why I’m away
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| but still it gets harder every day
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| But it’s my delight, to sing all night
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| till the sun comes up again
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| After all my cross isn’t hard to bear
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| it is heavy, I am weak, but you are there
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| There are times when I am down and
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| feel undone
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| You pursue me like I am your only son
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| My old flaws you’ve overlooked and put to rest
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| They’re farther than the East is from the West
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| But it’s my delight, to sing all night
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| till the sun comes up again
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| Yes it’s my delight, to share a flicker
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| of your light
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| Just a ray of hope to a friend
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| I’ve spent about 24 hours in a flying J
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| truck stop
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| I haven’t had a shower and 'bout to drop
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| It really doesn’t matter if we make it all up |