| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| He wants for nothing
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| That’s all he got
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| Some big fat nothing
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| Then he went and lost the lot
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| He says in life it’s certain
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| That you must die
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| It will catch you up and bring you down
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| Bring you down by surprise
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him holler, late into the night
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| I see said the blind man as his blood returned to red
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| Bottle kept his memory, years slapped at his face
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| Reminded him not of who he was but who he was not
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| Then regret kept him blinded to the man that he truly was
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him holler, late into the night
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| The day he died a smile stretched across his face
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| Sober eyes lost the yearning and let him rest at ease
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| His soul found the lost man and returned him home to peace
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| Lost years but at the end pure release
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him holler, late into the night
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry
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| Hear him shudder, hear him cry… |