| Well, you're up all night
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| And your head's down low
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| If you can see your own kite
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| (Shed a little light on it, no?)
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| Ya know a burden ain't a bust
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| You are the only way to trust ya
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| It's only fair it burns up in that rust
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| Lay down, Martha
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| Lay down the holy banner flag
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| Hold out, Martha
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| Help is surely on it's way
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| And it's not right
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| Don't bask in the glory of mine
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| But, oh no, they can't come
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| Take that part away
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| They ate up all their cake
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| And they drank their own wine
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| They were always on the take
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| They could shed a little light
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| Well, you no the burden ain't a gust
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| The only path to love is touch
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| I'll always know
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| That all that proper mounts too much
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| Lay down, Martha
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| Lay all that alabaster down
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| There's no master, help will surely come around
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| I don't ask
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| I don't bask in the glory, oh no, nah
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| And it's up to me if I don't wear a mask
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| Well you're up all night
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| And your neighbors don't know
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| Man, your neighbors don't know
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| So shed a little light
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| You know a burden ain't a bust
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| You know that truth's been known to crutch
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| No, no, no only them who's pauper lays him up |