Now listen to me people
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'Cause I wanna tell you something.
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Every single day
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I go on my way
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And I won't worry about my baby,
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Worry about my girl,
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'Cause she's a pretty one.
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Yeah, yeah,
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Whoa, yeah.
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Find me another woman,
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My love for her is gone,
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And I don't worry about my baby,
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Worry about my girl,
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Oh yeah.
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Just have to tell me true,
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Oh yeah.
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If she had to do the thing she done
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She might have used more tact;
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I can't be responsible
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For all the love she lacked.
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Yeah, yeah.
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This is a true story, people.
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That's a pretty tune.
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I'm a'telling you
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'Cause every single day
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When I go on my way
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I won't worry about my baby,
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Yeah, she's in another town, [?]
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I'll tell you, baby,
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Whoa, yeah.
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True Strory
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| Moody Blues |
