| You tell me how it was when you once knew him
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| He played his games with many women friends
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| You tell me that you don’t think I’d be with him
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| If I could have known him way back then
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| You ask me why I don’t pack up and leave him
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| Now that I know his wicked ways
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| Well I doubt that you could understand my thinking
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| But listen close to what I have to say
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| He’s the rock that I lean on
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| He is the sunshine of my day
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| And I don’t care what you say about him
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| He took me in and made me everything I am today
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| He’s my rock and I ain’t gonna throw him away
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| I know he wasn’t always what he is now
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| He had to make mistakes like everybody else
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| Don’t you point your finger at nobody
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| It’s plain to see you ain’t no saint yourself
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| He’s the rock that I lean on
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| He’s the sunshine of my day
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| And I don’t care what you say about him
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| He took me in and made me everything I am today
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| He’s my rock and I ain’t gonna throw him away
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| He’s my rock and I ain’t gonna throw him away
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| He’s my rock and I ain’t gonna throw him away |