I wouldn't listen and I couldn't see
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And all I have left now are words you said to me,
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Sing your song sweet music man,
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'cos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to,
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I'm thro' with you.
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You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man
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But you surround yourself
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With people who demand so little of you.
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You touched my soul with your beautiful song,
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You even had me singing along right with you,
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You said I need.
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Then you changed the words and added harmony
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And you sang the song you had written for me
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To someone new.
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But nobody sings a love song quite like you do
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And nobody else could make me sing along
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And nobody else could make me feel
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That things are right when I know they're wrong
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(that things are right when you're wrong with the song)
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Nobody sings a love song quite like you.
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Sing your song sweet music man
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You travel the world with a six piece band
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That does for you what you ask 'em to.
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And you try to stay young
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But the songs you've sung to so many people
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They've all begun to come back on you.
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So sing your song sweet music man,
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You're making your living doing one night stands,
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That prove to you they don't need you.
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You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man,
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But you're keep on looking for one last fan
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To sing 'em to.
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But nobody sings...
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So sing your song sweet music man
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I believe in you.
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Sweet Music Man
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| Kenny Rogers |
