| Two packs of cigarettes a day
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| The strongest whiskey
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| Kentucky can make
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| That's a recipe to put a vagabond
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| On his hands and knees
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| I watched it all up close,
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| I knew him more than most
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| I saw a side of him he never showed
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| Full of sympathy for a world that
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| Wouldn't let him be
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| That's the man he was,
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| Have you heard enough?
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| What a shame, what a shame,
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| To judge a life that you can't change
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| The choir sings, the church bells ring
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| So, won't you give this man his wings?
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| What a shame to have to beg you to
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| See we're all the same
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| What a shame
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| There's a hard life for every silver spoon
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| There's a touch of grey for every shade
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| Of blue
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| That's the way that I see life
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| If there was nothing wrong,
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| Then there'd be nothing right
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| And for this working man they say could
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| Barely stand
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| There's gotta be a better place to land
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| Some kind of remedy for a world that
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| Wouldn't let him be
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| That's the man he was,
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| Have you heard enough?
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| What a shame, what a shame,
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| To judge a life that you can't change
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| The choir sings, the church bells ring
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| So, won't you give this man his wings?
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| What a shame to have to beg you to
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| See we're all the same
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| What a shame
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| God forgive the hands that laid you down
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| They never knew how, but your broken
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| Heart can break the sound
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| And change the season
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| Now the leaves are falling faster,
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| Happily ever after
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| You gave me hope through your endeavors
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| And now you will live forever
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| What a shame, what a shame,
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| To judge a life that you can't change
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| The choir sings, the church bells ring
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| So, won't you give this man his wings?
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| What a shame to have to beg you to
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| See we're all the same
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| 'Cause we're all the same
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| What a shame, what a shame
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| 'Cause we're all the same |