| Oh I would give all that I own
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| Would I be king I’d give my throne
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| If I could have you back beside me
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| It all seems like a cruel joke
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| That leaves me numb, destroyed and broke
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| I’ve lost the hand I need to guide me
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| Now what have I done that I deserve this pain
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| To lose all I have
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| And to endure this endless shame
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| I’m calling out but there’s no one there
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| It’s so unfair, just so unfair
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| Throughout these lands they know my name
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| My treatments and my rise to fame
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| How I fought the plague — just helping man survive
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| No matter how I seem to win
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| It doesn’t mean the smallest thing
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| If I can’t even keep my next of kin alive
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| And save my wife
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| My patients are refusing me
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| Authorities pursuing me
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| My friends all seem to have departed
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| If there’s a lesson to be learned
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| It’s knowing when the cards have turned
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| And see your efforts unrewarded
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| 'cause what is it worth to hear them sing your praise
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| One day you’re a saint
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| The next day you will fall from grace
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| Laughed about no one to care
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| It’s so unfair, just so unfair
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| No one’s ever gonna take her place |
| In my dreams I’ll always see her face
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| Her memory will haunt me
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| While simple folk will taunt me
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| Should I be angry, should I cry?
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| Why of all people did she have to die?
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| And take our children with her
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| My life’s turned cold and bitter
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| For the one I couldn’t lose has gone…
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| Throughout these lands they know my name
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| My treatments and my rise to fame
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| How I fought the plague — just helping man survive
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| No matter how I seem to win
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| It doesn’t mean the smallest thing
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| If I can’t even keep my next of kin alive
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| And save my wife |