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Poor mum, poor mum. After a lifetime of dreaming. Poor mum, poor mum. Whatever became of your scheming Nothing worked out. In the way that you planned. Nothing was quite as you thought. Try
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Should I reveal exactly how I feel?. Should I confess I love you?. Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight. And swear by the stars above you?. . Could I repeat the sweetest story told
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Should I reveal exactly how I feel?. Should I confess I love you?. Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight. And swear by the stars above you?. . Could I repeat the sweetest story told
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Help the poor, won't you help poor me?. Have a heart, won't you baby, listening to my plea?. I need all your love, I need your care. I need all of your love, you can spare Help the poor, help the
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guide you through. Well it is good to know you do. I know just how you feel. But this time love's for real. In time it will reveal. That special love that's deep inside of us. Will all reveal in
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low
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your name Ive got nowhere to go. Ive got nowhere to run. 'Gain I Reveal My Heart to You. I ran out of options. Ive got nowhere to go. 'Gain I Reveal My Heart to You Would you still be there?. If I
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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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guides me through. Ain't it good to know He's true (I, I know the Lord is real). And this is how I feel. (In time it will reveal). He said with Christ, He gave His life for us. It'll all reveal in
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This is a story 'bout a poor girl. A story that you ought to know. She lived all alone in a one room flat. On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time. She'd go and put
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to me, though. I'm a poor boy. I can still be happy as long as I can feel free So many people I know, get old way too early. (Well are you feelin' kind of weary?). Just to impress you with the
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Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. . Poor boy don't need 'lectronics to make no Rock n Roll. Poor boy got boogie woogie born
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grow old. Oo hoo hoo. . What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo. What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo. . The crackle of the radio. A message in the evening sky. You're looking at an
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Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me. For you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms. You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms When it is you
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I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home. Babe I can't stay here
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?". Now
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Song Poor Old Heartsick Me - Carlene Carter. Poor old heartsick me. Twice as lonely as a girl ought to be. What will the future be. For poor old heartsick me I thought I was mute to that big
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. Then she stays to nag at Dallas. 'Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow. You'll get your dumb man. You'll see your whole life coming at you. In the back of his hand. Poor cow. It's a monkey
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Never sing for my supper. I never help my neighbor. Never do what is proper. For my fair share of labor. I'm a poor boy. And I'm a rover. Count your coins and. Throw them over my shoulder. I
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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, oh what a shame He's a poor old man. Poor old man. Poor old man. Can we help you? Things are at their worst, what should he do first?. He must wonder, no one wants to know. He must spread his
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Song Poor Boy Blues - Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins. Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These
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I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin. You can take the truthful things you've said to me. And fit them on the head of a pin Poor Napoleon. Poor Napoleon You always look so disappointed
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But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town. And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around. But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone. And the son of a
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. when all this paper blows away. its just paper, anyway you got the money that i want so bad. i like them rich girls. you got the loving that i never had. i like them poor girls. you got the money
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Oh heartburn, cold chills. Dizzy spells, I bite my fingernails. I don't think I'm gonna pull through. Everything depends on you. Only your love can save this poor heart of mine. Situation
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I pity the poor immigrant. Who wishes he would've stayed home. Who uses all his power to do evil. But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats. And who lies with
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. . Hey, stop you ol' train,. Let a poor boy ride. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Hey, Mister Bartender,. I swear I'm not too young. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Blow your
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