| I would hold you if it would stop you from shaking
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| And I’d chase those demons away from your room
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| Sister, rest your poor, broken heart
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| Is there a miracle drug that I can get
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| So they can make you better?
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| Last night, my girl snapped most of my 45s
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| She had a red letter in her hand
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| And it’s filled her head with such fears
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| But she doesn’t understand
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| When she tells me not to come here
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| Someone’s got to lift you up
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| So that they can never tear you down again
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| Someone’s got to lift you up
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| So that they can never break you down again
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| Is there a miracle drug that I can get
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| So they can make you better?
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| A club footed king is no disaster
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| But what of a queen who’s lost her head?
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| I want to tear out their eyes
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| When they look at you and laugh
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| I don’t know how we’ll pay these hospital bills
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| I don’t think we can pay these hospital bills
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| I don’t see how we can pay these hospital bills
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| I don’t think we can pay these hospital bills |