| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shouder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder,
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| Well I ain’t never seen such a big hard bastard cry like I did that day,
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| He said «I lost everything that ever meant anything
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| and I can’t go on living this way»,
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| He slammed his pint down on the table
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| and said «I ain’t never drinking again»,
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| I put my hand on his shoulder,
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| looked him square in the eye and I said «listen my friend,
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| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| I said «If you need a place to stay you can always come over,
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| I’ll clean out the front room and you can sleep on my sofa»,
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| He said «I can only apologise if I seem out of touch,
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| The only reason I scream and shout is cos I care so much»,
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| So you can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder.
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| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| (Rats!
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| They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,
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| And bit the babies in the cradles,
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| And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
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| And licked the soup from the cook’s own ladles,
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| Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
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| Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats,)
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| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| You can lean on me,
|
| Cry on my shoulder,
|
| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| You can lean on me,
|
| Cry on my shoulder,
|
| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder
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| You can lean on me,
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| Cry on my shoulder,
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| If I’m Obelix,
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| You are my boulder |