| When I was just a young boy
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| I crawled before I learned how to walk.
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| I said, when I was just a young boy
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| I crawled before I learned how to walk.
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| Then I fell in love with you girl
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| And, now I’m crawling 'round like a dog.
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| Ah, you found me like a treasure,
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| Then you lost me like a riddle.
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| You held me like a guitar,
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| But you played me like a fiddle.
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little.
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| I was and tossing and turning,
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| You were tossing your hips around.
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| I was and tossing and turning,
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| You were turning tricks around town.
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| Oh, you found me like a treasure,
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| Then you lost me like a riddle.
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| You held me like a guitar,
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| Then you played me like a fiddle.
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little.
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| I fumbled for the light switch,
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| You were fumbling for your clothes.
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| Like a jailbreak spotlight,
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| Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
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| I said, like a jailbreak spotlight,
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| Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
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| Ah, you found me like a treasure
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| Then you lost me like a riddle
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| You held me like a guitar
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| But you played me like a fiddle
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little.
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Cry…
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| A little.
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| Come on baby,
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| Cry a little. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cry a Little, artist - The Harpoonist & the Axe Murderer. Album song A Real Fine Mess, in the genre Блюз