| Sittin' down by my window,
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| Honey, lookin' out at the rain.
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin' down by my window,
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| Baby, lookin' out at the rain.
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| Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
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| And it felt just like a ball and chain.
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| Honey, that’s exactly what it felt like,
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| Honey, just dragging me down.
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| And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
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| Why does every single little tiny thing I hold on goes wrong?
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| Yeah it all goes wrong, yeah.
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| And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now babe, tell me why,
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| Why does every thing, every thing.
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| Hey, here you gone today, I wanted to love you,
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| Honey, I just wanted to hold you, I said, for so long,
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| Yeah! |
| Alright! |
| Hey!
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| Love’s got a hold on me, baby,
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| Feels just like a ball and chain.
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| Now, love’s just draggin' me down, baby, yeah,
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| Feels like a ball and chain.
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| I hope there’s someone out there who could tell me
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| Why the man I love wanna leave me in so much pain.
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| Yeah, maybe, maybe you could help me, come on, help me!
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| And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
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| Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me why, yeah.
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| And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, when I ask you,
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| When I need to know why, c’mon tell me why, hey hey hey,
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| Here you’ve gone today,
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| I wanted to love you and hold you
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| Till the day I die.
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| I said whoa, whoa, whoa!
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| And I say oh, whoa, whoa, no honey
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| It ain’t fair, daddy it ain’t fair what you do,
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| I see what you’re doin' to me and you know it ain’t fair.
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| And I say oh, whoa whoa now baby
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| It ain’t fair, now, now, now, what you do
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| I said hon' it ain’t fair what, hon' it ain’t fair what you do.
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| Oh, here you gone today and all I ever wanted to do
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| Was to love you
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| Honey an' I think there can be nothing wrong with that,
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| Only it ain’t wrong, no, no, no, no, no.
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| Sittin' down by my window,
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| Lookin' at the rain.
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin' down by my window,
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| Lookin' at the rain, see the rain.
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| Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
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| And it felt like a ball and chain.
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| Oh this can’t be in vain
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| And I’m gonna tell you one just more time, yeah, yeah!
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| And I say oh, whoa whoa, now baby
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| This can’t be, no this can’t be in vain,
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| And I say no no no no no no no no, whoa!
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| And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Now now now now now now now now now no no not in vain
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| Hey, hope there is someone that could tell me
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| Hon', tell me why,
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| Hon', tell me why love is like
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| Just like a ball
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| Just like a ball
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| Baaaaaaalllll
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| Oh daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
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| And a chain.
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| Yeah!
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| Goodnight and thank you for coming and have a happy happy Easter Sunday. |