No use crying, talking to a stranger,
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naming the sorrow you've seen
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Too many bad times, too many sad times
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Nobody knows what you mean
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But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
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and give them all to me
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You would lose them, I know how to use them
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Give them all to me
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No use rambling, walking in the shadows,
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trailing a wandering star
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No one beside you, no one to hide you
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and nobody knows what you are
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No use gambling, running in the darkness,
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Looking for a spirit that's free
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Too many wrong times, too many long times
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Nobody knows what you see
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(Chorus)
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No use roaming, going by the roadside,
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Seeking a satisfied mind
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Too many highways, too many byways,
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and nobody's walking behind
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(Chorus)
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Pack Up Your Sorrows
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| Iris Dement |
