| Now lay me down on the warehouse ground
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| Later on, I don’t go there now
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| On and on, I know what to say
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| She’s never been taught but she knows the way
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| I was kidding love, I was kidding
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| But you just weren’t smart enough to know it
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| I was lying love, they were lying
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| When they said «if you love someone, let them go.»
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| Dear John, I know we got along
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| I was right, sir, you were wrong
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| She will marry some self-made man
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| I still write songs
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| But I miss your daughter, John
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| Now there she lay
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| With her nose in place
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| Broken wrist, just the picture of grace
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| And on and on, what her father says
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| Well he’s never been shown but he knows what it is
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| I was kidding love, I was kidding
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| But you just weren’t smart enough to know it
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| I was lying love, they were lying when they said
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| «if you love someone let 'em know.»
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| Now, what if I stayed and did that thing for you?
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| What if I stayed and did that thing that’s always true
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| What’s a man to do?
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| Dear John, I know we got along
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| I was right, sir, you were wrong
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| She will marry some self-made man
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| I still write songs
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| But I miss your daughter, John
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| Dear John, I know we got along
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| I was right, sir, you were wrong
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| She will marry some self-made man
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| I still write songs
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| But I miss your daughter, John
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| I miss your daughter, John |