| He says, «Give it a rest, woman and put down your smokes
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| Now, there’s no need to curse
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| Don’t let anymore words through your throat
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| Inhale with me, try to keep yourself still
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| You know the air will seem colder until you get over this hill»
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| And for his sake, I hope that she will
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| He says, «You're working harder than I ever have seen
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| To fix up your act and to clamber right back on the horse
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| That you fell off when you were fourteen
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| And so I’m here if you need, won’t you settle on down?»
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| And then he hangs up the phone, letting his voice change its tone
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| Wipes his brow, «She's all good for now»
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| And though time is your friend
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| It runs out at the end of the line
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| You might say that you’re fine
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| But don’t you know
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| Brother, the world is your oyster
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| So open your window and blink in the light
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| And turn away from the fight
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| You see, since he grew stubble
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| He’s in a drunk state of mind all the time
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| Well, honey, I met him sober with his hair down to his shoulder
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| And he couldn’t even see through his naked eye
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| However, wait 'till you see him with a paper and pen
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| For his words find a rhythm and he puts a tune with 'em
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| And he kind of starts looking like a free man again
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| And since I am your friend
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| I refuse to pretend that I don’t mind
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| How could you be so blind?
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| When you know
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| Brother, the world is your oyster
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| So open your window and blink in the light
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| Brother, if only your choice were
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| To climb into my skin and see yourself through my eyes
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| So, for now, some advice
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| You don’t know the places you could go
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| Don’t let her love hold you down
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| You don’t know the places you will go
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| Don’t let her love hold you down
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| Brother, the world is your oyster
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| So open your window and blink in the light
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| Brother, if only your choice were
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| To climb into my skin and see yourself through my eyes
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| 'Cause you’re wrapped 'round her finger so incredibly tight
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| So turn away from the fight |