when I was born, lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
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but to them there was no kindness
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and so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
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made a whole lotta racket
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couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick
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oh, when that aeroplane comes with the Lord
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will I be ignored
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will I be ignored by the Lord
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will I be ignored
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there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
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I needed her life to be with mine
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but never will they meet
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no, never will they see
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these two vines will twist away, away
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will I be ignored by the Lord
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will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord
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what for? I may travel on one leg
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my breakfast will be unpaid
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and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
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will I be ignored
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will I be ignored by the Lord
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will I be ignored
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Will I Be Ignored by the Lord?
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| Beck |
