| I was born across the street
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| From a place they call The Blues
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| And everything that people tell me
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| It always seems to be bad news
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| My poor mother 'fore she died
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| She said, «Things won’t ever change
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| You were born a loser
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| And all your life, you’ll play a game»
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| I just sat there and I wondered
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| Can this really be a
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| Cold, cold world to me?
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| Somebody oughta help me
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| Everything I thought was right
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| Always turned out to be so wrong
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| I had a pretty woman, yes, I did
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| She said our love was so strong
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| But I woke up one morning, Lord
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| Tears running down my face
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| A letter laying by my bedside, it read
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| «Your brother has taken your place»
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| I just sat there and I wondered
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| Can this really be a
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| Cold, cold world to me?
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| Somebody oughta help me, yeah, yeah
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| Between my drinking and my crying
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| Lord, there’s got to be a way
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| People talk about me like a dog
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| I feel everything they say
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| I’m on a train that’s going nowhere
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| Please change my destiny
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| Woman, show me just a little love
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| Take me in off of this dirty street
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| And I’ll stay there and I’ll love you
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| A better man you’ll never see
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| 'Cause this is a cold, cold world to me
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| Somebody oughta help me right now
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| People talk about me like a dog
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| Hey, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey |