| No use cryin', talking to a stranger
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| Namin' 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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| 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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| No use ramblin', walkin' in the shadows
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| Trailin' a wanderin' star
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| No one beside you, no one to hide you
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| Nobody knows where you are
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| 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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| No use gamblin' runnin' in the darkness
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| Looking for 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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| 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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| No use roamin', lying by the roadside
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| Seekin' a satisfied mind
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| Too many highways, too many byways
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| And nobody’s walkin' behind
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| 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 |