(Ben E King)
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Let's not fight it anymore
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Unpack the bags and close the door
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I'll never leave you, no no
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Though you lied right from the start
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I can't convince my stupid heart
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Not to believe you, no no
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You've got two good men strung out
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And there's not the slightest doubt
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That other men have loved you before
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But you work your thing so well
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I dream of Heaven and I live in Hell
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Till I can't take it anymore
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Take it anymore
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If I had one ounce of pride
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I'd stand up or step aside
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But girl love you (can't you tell it)
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So I'll accept the crumbs you drop
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'Cause I'm a fool and I can't stop
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Or rise above you, no no
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Let him speak up for himself
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I speak for me and no one else
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'Cause I'm a beggar knockin' on your door
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But you work your thing so well
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I dream of Heaven and I live in Hell
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Till I can't take it anymore
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Take it anymore
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I'm too far gone to turn around
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To lift myself up off the ground
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And start all over, over and over
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Now he or I must win or lose
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No matter which one you may choose
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You'll be in clover (you know you will)
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While you're makin' up your mind
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I'll be prayin all the time
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Prayin' that you'll never, never ever let me go
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But you work your thing so well
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I dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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Till I can't take it anymore
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Take it anymore
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But you work your thing so well
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I dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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Till I can't take it anymore
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Take it anymore
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Till I can't take it anymore
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Take it anymore
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Til I Can't Take It Anymore
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| The Beautiful South |
