| Why does she sing these sad songs for me, I’m not the one
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| To tenderly bring her soft sympathy I’ve just begun
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| To see my way clear it’s plain, if I stop I will fall
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| I can lay down a tear for her pain, a tear and that’s all
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| What does she want me to do?
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| She says that she that knows moments are rare
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| I suppose that it’s true
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| And on she goes to say I don’t care
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| When she knows that I do
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| Well, maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
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| And who do I think that I am to decide that she’s wrong
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| She’d like to think I was cruel
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| She knows that’s a lie for I would be
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| No more than a tool
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| If I allowed her to cry all over me
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| Oh, my sorrow is real even though I can’t change my plans
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| If she could see how I feel then I know she’d understand
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| Does she actually think I’m to blame?
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| Does she really believe that some word of mine
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| Could relieve all her pain?
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| Can’t she see that she grieves just because
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| She’s been blindly deceived by her shame?
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| Well, maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
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| And who do I think that I am to decide that she’s wrong
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| I know nothings what it seems
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| Maybe one day she’ll start to realize
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| That if she abandons her dreams
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| Then all the words she can say are only lies
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| When will she see that the gain is only to lose?
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| All that she offers me are her chains, and I got to refuse
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| But it’s only to herself that she’s lied
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| She likes to pretend it’s something
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| That she should defend, with her pride
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| And I don’t intend to stand here
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| And be the friend from whom she must hide
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| Well, maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
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| And who do I think that I am to decide that she’s wrong
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| Well, maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song |