| Someday my pain, someday my pain
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| Will mark you
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| Harness your blame, harness your blame
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| And walk through
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| With the wild wolves around you
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| In the morning, I'll call you
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| Send it farther on
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| Solace my game, solace my game
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| It stars you
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| Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
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| And run me through
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| And the story's all over you
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| In the morning I'll call you
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| Can't you find a clue
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| when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
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| What might have been lost
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| What might have been lost
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| What might have been lost
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been (don't bother me) (what might have been lost)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me) (what might have been)
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| What might have been lost (don't bother me)
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| What might have been lost
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| What might have been lost
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| What might have been lost
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| Ah
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| Ah
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| Someday, my pain
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| Someday, my pain
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| Someday, my pain
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| Someday, my pain |