| All your tears come rolling down your cheeks
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| I been watching you build this for several weeks
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| Do you want to stay with me now, do you want to be so free, so free
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| Eight long years, you’ve gotta forget the days of pain
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| All your life you cannot fight every drop of rain
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| If you need me call me over, if you want me hold me closer, so near
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| Don’t wake up and start your day so down
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| I’ll be there to make like I’m your clown
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| With your laughter you fill my heart now, with your sorrow you’re tearing me
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| apart, my heart
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| Turn me round, I’ve got to find a way
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| Woman gotta live, gotta be a mother
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| Woman gotta give, gotta be a lover
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| Woman ought to live her life the way she feel
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| Woman ought to have the choice to make the deal
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| Hush your crying, brush my lips on yours
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| Miss your sighing, swept out on the moors
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| In your pain it’s not so plain if I’m the one
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| That is to blame, my name
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| When he’s grown and gone his way in time
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| Send him strong and full of love and lime
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| He’s the one now make him happy, we’re not done yet
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| I’ll be his pappy, he’s free |