| Worry ‘bout yourself
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| And don’t think bout nobody else
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| Worry ‘bout yourself
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| And don’t think bout nobody else
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| Bout yourself
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| Don’t think bout nobody else
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| Don’t think don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| I woke up
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| On good ol front st
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| You told me that I could do anything
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| You told me to believe
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| You told me dinners on the table
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| You better really eat
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| You told me
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| That’s what you told me
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| I went up
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| To East 86 street
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| You told me what I need to tell them
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| Then they’ll certainly see
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| You told me worst thing that can happen is they’ll silently agree
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| You told me
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| That’s what you told me
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| I told you I was just fine
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| With the tears in my eys
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| You saw through my disguise
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| You looked me said in my mind
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| You said
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| My boy my boy
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| Lmme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)
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| My boy my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)
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| I froze up
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| At a thousand feet
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| You told me when you start to feel it
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| Remember you can breathe
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| You told me meditate in silence
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| Maybe you’ll find peace
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| You told me
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| That’s what you told me
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| I came down
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| And sure there I see
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| A thousand faces in the ballroom
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| A million in the street
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| You told me layin in the bed
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| I wish you saw what I could see
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| You told me
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| That’s what you told me
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| I put my right hand on my chest
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| To check for my pulse
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| You said my sweet adult
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| Why do you torture yourself
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| You said my sweet boy
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| You know you’re in perfect health
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| I said I know but I
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| Can’t seem to convince myself
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| You said
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| My boy my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)
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| My boy my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)
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| Worry ‘bout yourself
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| And don’t think bout nobody else
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| I don’t wanna, wanna
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| Worry any longer
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| I see a greenish light
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| I think I see a greenish light
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| It’s sorta yellow like jello
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| Or sorta red like satchel
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| It’s sorta yellow like jello
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| Or sorta red like Satchel
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| I don’t wanna wanna
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| Worry any longer
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| I see a greenish light
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| I think I see a greenish light
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| It’s sorta yellow like jello
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| Or sorta red like Satchel
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| It’s sorta yellow like jello
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| Or sorta red like, red like
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| My boy, my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| My boy, my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (Or sorta red like, red like)
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| My boy, my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| My boy, my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (Or sorta red like, red like)
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| My boy
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| I hate to see you cry boy
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| (My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)
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| My boy my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy I hate to see you cry ooo)
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| My boy my boy
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| Lemme see you smile boy
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| (My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)
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| My boy
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| (My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)
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| I hate to see you cry boy
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| (My sweet by my angel in the sky)
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| Worry ‘bout yourself
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| Worry ‘bout yourself
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| Worry ‘bout youself
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| And don’t think
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| And don’t think |