| Hey mister, walkin' with the blues
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| Hey sister, payin' heavy dues
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| Havin' troubles, and it ain’t so hard to find
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| When you’re ridin' double, and you’re runnin' out of time
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| No need to feel, that you lack the spirit
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| Within the body, but it’s in the soul
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| If you wanna be loved, then let somebody hear it
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| Might as well face the facts, no need to be holdin' back
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| Need a little taste of love
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| Hey mister, tell me how long has it been
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| Hey sister, so how could you pretend
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| Why keep the sorrow, where it don’t belong
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| Well come tomorrow, oh help me sing the song
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| No need to feel, that you lack the spirit
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| Within the body, but it’s in the soul
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| If you wanna be loved, then let somebody hear it
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| Might as well face the facts, no need to be holdin' back
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| Need a little taste of love |