| It just so happens I have many concerns
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| My brother’s down the road and my lover in town
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| They both need affection
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| And some kind of love
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| Well I’m the one who gives it at any given time
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| From two in the morning to six
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| Call me up and cry
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| My lover keeps it secret that we meet under covers
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| When asked by her man if we two are lovers
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| She says, «I hardly know him
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| Besides, he’s not my type.»
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| Her man’s a policeman with a keen sense of trouble
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| He’s known to spot danger
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| And all kinds of liars
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| Brother called this morning in a terrible panic
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| Spies in the closet, bugs in the attic
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| He screams bloody murder saying
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| «We're all gonna die»
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| And death is upon me, I know 'cause he showed me
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| Pictures of graveyards and us underneath
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| I’m losing my hearing from my brother screaming
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| «They're coming to get me and
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| Someone call the police.»
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| Two in the morning, the phone disconnected
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| Her man knows I’m calling, it’s what I expected
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| A note on my backdoor saying, «Baby, not tonight.»
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| So I sit with my brother who is nursing a cut wrist
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| He’s mumbling «Forgive me.»
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| And «Don't let them take me away.»
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| I can be a good boy and stay out of trouble
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| «Jackie, I love you and
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| Don’t let them take your brother»
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| Strapped to a table, go in electrodes
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| «Jackie, come save me, the doctors will kill me.»
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| «No, they’re here to help you
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| Straighten out your mind.»
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| The TV is blaring with some preacher saying that
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| God is among us and he hears our cries
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| Lord, do me a favor
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| It’s wrong but I ask you
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| Take my brother’s life
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| 'Cause he’s sick of the suffering
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| The pills he’s inhaling
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| The cross he is bearing
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| That is his trouble mind |