| What if I did not love you?
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| Where would that leave me
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| Would I wander through the avenues
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| Under a pall of misery
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| Would I be face down in the gutter
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| With cheap whiskey on my breath
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| The lonely life of a writer
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| Whose words could not pay his debts
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| Singin' please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| I am alive, oh can’t you see?
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| That I’ve been blinded completely
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| Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| I am alive, oh can’t you see?
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| That I am pleading for your mercy
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| What if we became strangers?
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| Would you notice my face in a crowd?
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| And you could you hear the sorrow in my voice?
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| Helplessly crying your name out loud
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| Would I be searching for a savior?
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| Burned and burning with regret
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| The lonely life of a writer
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| Only if one last desperate request
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| Singin' please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| I am alive, oh can’t you see?
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| That I’ve been blinded completely
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| Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| I am alive, oh can’t you see?
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| That I am pleading for your mercy
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| I’ve been on the lamb
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| Being hunted, somethin' fierce
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| They say time and time, it wait’s for no man
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| But I was just hopin'
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| These storm filled skies would clear
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| Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
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| I am alive, oh can’t you see?
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| That I am pleading for your mercy |