| There’s no use crying, talking to a stranger
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| Naming the sorrow you’ve seen
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| Too many sad times, too many bad times
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| Nobody knows what you mean
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| Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
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| And give them all to me
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| You would lose them, I know how to use them
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| Give them all to me
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| There’s 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 guide you
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| Nobody knows who you are
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| Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
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| And give them all to me
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| You would lose them, I know how to use them
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| Give them all to me
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| Oh, no use roaming, lying 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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| Nobody’s walking behind
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| Oh, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
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| And give them all to me, oh
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| You would lose them, I know how to use them
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| Give them all to me
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| Somehow you could pack up your sorrows |