| Of all the things we do for love
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| I’d do them all again
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| Cause' even though it hurts sometimes
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| It’s worth it in the end
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| I have chased that mighty dollar
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| Down the dirty street
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| They put diamonds on my collar
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| And shackles on my feet
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| There was a time when I was king
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| The world at my command
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| But, all that gutless vanity
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| Was more than I could stand
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| I became a witness
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| To an ancient mystery
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| Everything was answered
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| In the way you looked at me
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| Now, the things I do for love
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| I do them all for you
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| I can’t escape the feeling that
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| It’s what I’m supposed to do
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| The memories of wasted years
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| Won’t suffer me no more
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| I had to stumble through the dark
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| To find my way to your door
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| Might be, it was a matter of time
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| I was just a vagabond
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| Victim of the crime
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| I was just a vagabond
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| Victim of the crime
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| I can hear that whippoorwill
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| Moaning in the dawn
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| I guess he knows a thing or two
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| About keeping on
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| Who would know that wickedness
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| Would someday make me wise
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| Battle-scarred and bandaged
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| Thank God that I’m alive
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| So, here I stand before you honey
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| Humbled by the rain
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| Patches on my overcoat
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| You know I ain’t ashamed
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| I ain’t got nothing up my sleeve
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| I have nothing to sell
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| All I have is a messy heart
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| And a love story to tell
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| Might be, it was a matter of time
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| I was just a vagabond
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| Victim of the crime
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| I was just a vagabond
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| Victim of the crime |