God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart
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I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
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those Hardfaced Queens of misadventure
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God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
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a Fiery throng of muted angels
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Giving love and getting nothing back
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People help the people
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And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
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People help the people
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And nothing will drag you down
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Oh and if I had a brain, Oh and if I had a brain
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i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
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That turned, all those good hearts away
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God knows what is hiding, in that world of little consequence
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Behind the tears, inside the lies
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A thousand slowly dying sunsets
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God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
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I guess the loneliness came knocking
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No on needs to be alone, oh save me
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People help the people
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And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
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People help the people
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Nothing will drag you down
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Oh and if I had a brain, Oh and if I had a brain
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I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
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That turned, all those good hearts away
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People help the people
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And if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it
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People help the people
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Nothing will drag you down
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Oh and if I had a brain, Oh and if I had a brain
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I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
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That turned, all those good hearts away
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People Help The People
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| Birdy |
