Oh, please help me,
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oh please help me,
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I'm livin' by myself.
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I need someone to comfort me,
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I need someone to tell.
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I'm sorry for
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the things I've done,
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I've shamed myself with lies,
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But soon these things
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are overcome
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And can't be recognized.
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I left my love
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with ribbons on
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And water in her eyes.
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I took from her
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the love I'd won
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And turned it to the sky.
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I'm sorry for
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the things I've done,
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I've shamed myself with lies,
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My cruelty has punctured me
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And now I'm running dry.
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I'm sorry for
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the things I've done,
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I've shamed myself with lies.
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But soon these things
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are overcome
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And can't be recognized.
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Running Dry (Requiem For The Rockets)
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Neil Young |