| Oh my back to the wall
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| Better that than trip and fall
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| Money didn’t buy you nothing at all
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| 'Cept a ball for your chain
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| Oh my, save your soul
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| Cut your hair by the rim of a bowl
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| Don’t buy nothing you’re being sold
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| I told you once and again
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| Hey there, sister Lou
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| How you doing, what you do?
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| Your father was a gambler, too
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| Well, the boards are good for playing
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| Frightful suburban sport
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| But there we are, takes all sorts
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| You can’t complain, what you been bored
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| And it taught you some restraint
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| Hand hold hero
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| I choose to always be there for you
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| Hand hold hero
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| I choose to always be there for you
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| Hand hold hero
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| Hand hold hero
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| Hand hold hero
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| Quick to church, quick to play
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| Choose that beat before it stains
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| It tastes so sweet by another name
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| And your lover will quell the pain
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| Hey man, I know you
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| How’s your brother, how’s your blue
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| How’s your shallow walking shoes
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| Do they hurt you just the same?
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| Hey there, sister Lou
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| How you doing, what you do?
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| Your father was a gambler, too
|
| Well, the boards are good for playing
|
| Frightful suburban sport
|
| But there we are, takes all sorts
|
| You can’t complain, what you been bored
|
| And it taught you some restraint
|
| Hand hold hero
|
| I choose to always be there for you
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| Hand hold hero
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| I choose to always be there for you
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| Hand hold hero
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| Hand hold hero
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| Hand hold hero |