| When I walk beside her
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| I am the better man
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| When I look to leave her
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| I always stagger back again
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| Once I built an ivory tower
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| So I could worship from above
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| And when I climbed down to be set free
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| She took me in again
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| There’s a big, a big hard sun
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| Beatin' on the big people
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| In the big hard world
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| When she comes to greet me
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| She is mercy at my feet
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| When I stay to pillage her
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| She just throws it back again
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| Once I sought an early grave
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| To find a better land
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| She just smiled and laughed at me
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| And took her blues back again
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| There’s a big, a big hard sun
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| Beatin' on the big people
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| In the big hard world |