Sing a song sweet music man
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Cause I won't be there to hold your hand
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Like I used to
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I'm through with you
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You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man
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But you surround yourself with people who demand so little of you
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You touched my soul with your beautiful song
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You even had me singin' along
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Right with you
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You said I need you
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Then you changed the words and added harmony
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Then you sang a song you had written for me to someone new
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you do
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And nobody else can make me sing along
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Nobody else can make me feel
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That things are right when I know they're wrong
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you
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Sing your song sweet music man
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You travel the world with a six-piece band
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That does for you what you ask them to
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You try to stay young but the songs you sung
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To so many people they've all begun to come back on you
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Sing your song sad music man
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You're makin' your livin' doin' one night stands
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They're through with you they don't need you
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You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man
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But you'll keep on lookin' for one last fan to sing to
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you do
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And nobody else can make me sing along
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Nobody else can make me feel
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That things are right when I know they're wrong
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you
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Sweet Music Man
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| Reba McEntire |
