So uneasy lay your head
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on those weary shoulders
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I wanted to unburden them
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but you wouldn't let go
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Too dirty to clean your hands
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Too weary for sober
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I was your prescription then,
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but the bottle ran out
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Can you hear me now
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While you sort it out
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Don't get hung up here
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Let's forgive each other
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You can move on dear
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You can move on dear
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Too toxic for a cleanse
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Too many sins for confession
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I would have been your Priestess
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but I tripped on my robe
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Now all the honey's in a hornet's nest
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And all the spiders, they spin their webs
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Of all the colors that you knew they had
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But you wanted to ignore
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Can you hear me now
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While you sort it out
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Don't get hung up here
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I will always love you
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You can move on dear
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You can move on dear
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You can move on dear
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You can move on dear
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Weary
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| Lisa Marie Presley |
