| I am a tear, I’ve been here before
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| I know her perfumed fingers
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| I know the cold, cold floor
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| You look as if you don’t
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| Understand me at all
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| When she can’t help herself
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| It’s my job to fall
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| I could tell your stories
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| That you would not believe
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| No, I an mot the first
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| There’ve been millions of me
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| Every time you leave her, every time you don’t talk
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| She fights the weakness in her knees
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| But it’s my job to fall
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| Oh, it’s my job to help her
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| Through the long and lonely night
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| To lead her into sleep
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| When she is give out with the fight
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| Her heart’s out of control, you always make it crawl
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| But I serve the lover
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| It’s my job to fall
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| Love comes from the heart
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| But I come from the soul
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| Love always shows its card
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| But I wait until you go
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| But tonight her soul cried out for you
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| And I had to back the call
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| You never should have seen me
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| But it’s my job to fall
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| Oh, it’s my job to help her
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| Through the long and lonely night
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| To lead her into sleep
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| When she is give out with the fight
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| Her heart’s out of control, you always make it crawl
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| But I serve the lover
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| It’s my job to fall
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| I am a tear, I’ve been here before
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| I know her perfumed fingers
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| I know the cold, cold floor |