| All my friends have gone away
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| So long to them, but I have to stay
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| All my woes and all my lows
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| Won’t change my soul 'cause I have to go
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| All my friends have gone away
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| So long to them, but I have to stay
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| All my woes and all my lows
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| Won’t change my soul 'cause I have to go
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| Now my brother was loud, but my brother was proud
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| And my brother made sure that he stood out in a crowd
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| Yeah, my brother wore glasses but he saw so clear
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| And my brother knew God so he had no fear
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| No fear of these haters, no fear of these clones
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| My brother wasn’t concerned, and he made that known
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| Yeah, my brother was spoiled, but my brother was loyal
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| Late nights of hard work, me and my brother would toil
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| Yeah, my brother made me laugh 'cause my brother was funny
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| But you best not ever fuck around with my brother’s money
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| 'Cause my brother would snap and then that’s all that she wrote
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| And it’s a line under that, as my brother would quote
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| Yeah, my brother’s a mothafucka if I’m tellin' the truth
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| But man he kept it 100 in and out of the booth
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| So when I talk about my brother, I smile and I cry
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| Because I know he’s watchin' over me, sittin' on high
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| All my friends have gone away
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| So long to them, but I have to stay
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| All my woes and all my lows
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| Won’t change my soul 'cause I have to go
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| All my friends have gone away
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| So long to them, but I have to stay
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| All my woes and all my lows
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| Won’t change my soul 'cause I have to go
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| All my friends have gone away
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| So long to them, but I have to stay
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| All my woes and all my lows
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| Won’t change my soul 'cause I have to go |