| She comes along with an armload of baggage
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| And no place to stay for the night
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| He gets in with a better decision
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| He knows that he can’t treat her right
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| So drop me off in an alley in Heaven
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| That' where, oh, that I’ll do my best
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| So drop me off on a corner in Heaven
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| All alone in a bulletproof vest
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| Oh why?
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| 'Cause I’m a waste of a man
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| Lord, I am a waste of a man
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| Well I gave back all I can
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| I’m still a waste of a man
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| So waste now all night, oh yeah
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| She gets down in the deepest depression
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| At least she stays out of the rain
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| She keeps smiling, oh, he’ll never notice
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| And she, she just likes to complain
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| So drop me off in an alley in Heaven
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| That’s where it’s not as high as the rest
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| So drop me off on a corner in Heaven
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| With a cross and a bulletproof vest
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| Oh why?
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| 'Cause I’m a waste of a man
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| Lord, I am a waste of man
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| Well I gave back all I can
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| I’m still a waste of a man
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| So waste now all night, oh Night, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| 'Cause I’m a waste of man
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| Lord, I am a waste of man
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| Well I gave back all I can
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| I’m still a waste of a man
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| So waste now all night, oh Night, oh Night, oh So waste now all night, oh yeah |