| I was seldom sober in nineteen hundred and fifthy-four
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| Hey baby, maybe 'cause my baby had a baby by me
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| And I was still drinking dry gin
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| While you cried «No, no more»
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| And you were lyin' and a-cryin'
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| And your tears fell dying on the floor
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| And I’m brought down
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| And I don’t think I can get up again
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| Brought down
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| My heart is hurt again
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| You were the fine lady in the early mornings
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| That always painted her toes
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| And lookin' towards the east
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| You’d say hello to the early dawn before they rose
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| And you were the love lady
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| That always hung up her finely pressed clothes
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| And sayin' so long to the western sundown
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| You taught me how it grows
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| And I’m brought down
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| And I don’t think I can get up again
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| Brought down
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| And you just hurt my heart again
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| Brought down
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| Brought down
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| I’m brought down
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| Brought down
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| Brought down
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| Brought down
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| Down
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| I’m brought down
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| And I don’t think I can get up again
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| I’m brought down
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| I’m hurt, it’s bad
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| (Brought down)
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| God, it’s a shame there’s no more Dr. Strangely Strange
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| (Brought down)
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| And I’m Brou…(Brought down)…ught down
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| (Brought down)
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| And there must be more to life than this |