You don't believe that I love you
And even if that
You say what's mine is mine
And what's yours is mine
Not talkin' 'bout a year
no not three or four
I don't
Exactly how much will have to burn
Before we will look
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted
Well Martin's dream
has become Rodney's worst nightmare
can't walk the streets
"Papa he left home today
said he ain't comin' back again
said
I'm leaving here on the morning train
And I will never
Waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come
Oh, no
Here comes that sun again
That means another day
Without you,
Welcome to the cruel world
Hope you find your way
Welcome to
Well you can need me
Well I want you to
And you
Papa he left home today
And said he ain't comin' back
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