| I can’t stand to see
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| A good man go to waste
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| One who never combs his hair
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| Or shaves his face
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| A man who leans on wine
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| Over love that’s told a lie
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| Oh, it tears me up to see
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| A grown man cry
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| So I never go around mirrors
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| I can’t stand to see me Without you by my side
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| No, I never go around mirrors
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| Because I gotta heartache to hide
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| I can’t stand to be Where heartaches hang around
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| It’s so easy for the blues to get me down
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| To see a grown man crawl
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| Is more than I can stand
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| And I look into the eyes of half a man
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| So I don’t go around mirrors
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| I can’t stand to see
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| Me without you by my side
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| No, I never go around mirrors
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| Because I gotta heartache to hide
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| And it tears me up to see
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| A grown man cry |