| How much for a heart of gold?
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| How much for a soul that isn’t black?
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| How much for a wasted love
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| That ruined me, oh Lord can you take that back?
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| Because I always wanted to be a better man
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| Yes I always wanted to be a better man
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| If I sold myself out to a whole new crowd
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| Just so I could stand and I could scream out loud
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| If I gave up everything and everyone I know
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| Maybe the man in me would cease to show
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| Well I cut my hair and burned my clothes
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| Changed my name and moved away from home
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| If the truth was more self-evident
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| Maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn alone
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| Because I always wanted to be a better man
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| Yes I always wanted to be a better man
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| Well the crowd screamed out «Sing what we know»
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| And all obliged I felt so cold
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| Can’t you see this heart on my sleeve
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| It burns for you and not for me
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| Well I always wanted to be a better man
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| Yes I always wanted to be a better man
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| Yes I always wanted, I always wanted
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| I always wanted, I always wanted
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| I always wanted to be a better man |