| Although you’ve given me many things
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| I can’t do anything about you
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| Wel you breathe, but you waste away
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| It’s a while since you’ve been okay
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| I find that I’m short of things to say or do
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| So while your head is still clear and I can find the words
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| Know that my life’s been better for you
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| I think of the varied things we’ve been through
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| The shade and the light in our lives, the objections too
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| Those who say we deserve this thing
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| Them boys living in their sin
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| An angry god, well what the hell did we do?
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| So while your head is still clear and I can find the words
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| Know that my life’s been better for you
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| What can I do?
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Although you’ve given me many things, and everything
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| I can’t do anything, anything, anything
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| Although you’ve given me many things, many things
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| I can’t do anything, anything, nothing at all
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| Although you’ve given me many things
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| I can’t do nothing, nothing, nothing at all |