| No use crying, talking to a stranger,
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| naming the sorrow you’ve seen
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| Too many bad times, too many sad times
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| Nobody knows what you mean
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| Chorus:
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| But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
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| and give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them
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| Give them all to me No use rambling, walking in the shadows,
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| trailing a wandering star
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| No one beside you, no one to hide you
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| and nobody knows what you are
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| (Chorus)
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| No use gambling, running in the darkness,
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| Looking for a spirit that’s free
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| Too many wrong times, too many long times
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| Nobody knows what you see
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| (Chorus)
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| No use roaming, going by the roadside,
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| Seeking a satisfied mind
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| Too many highways, too many byways,
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| and nobody’s walking behind
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| (Chorus) |