| There must be something wrong
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| If the people on the streets
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| Are all confessing their conceit
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| But you won’t
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| Your tongue was forked and long
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| And it got you feeling strong
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| And all the apologies I made
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| I should’ve taken to the grave
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| And been done
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| So take your bottle off the shelf
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| And try and drink until it helps
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| But it won’t
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| Won’t you please just lay me down
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| In the old familiar ground?
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| Won’t you please just lay me down?
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| And certain men may love
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| And certain men may love the fight
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| And they’ll break their bodies
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| But life is what you make
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| So write these words above my grave
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| «They took me for granted.»
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| Won’t you please just lay me down
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| In the cold, familiar ground
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| Won’t you please just lay me down?
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| Because life is what you make it
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| Because love is what you’ve made it
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| And I made it my friend |