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    Come, I will let you, I will let you be my friend
    Almost every day, oh oh, everything's on hold

    I will help you, I will help you to pretend
    Handle every day, and so, be a better man

    Now and again I find and again I find you are leaving
    Well after all I was expecting this

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    Come, I will help you, I will help you find a friend
    One who doesn't say, "goodbye, wish you all the best"

    Now and again I find, and again I find I am lonely
    I'll take the fall, I'm getting used to this

    Show my hand, could I be any less of a man?
    Afraid you'll know me, and that you'll show me
    I'm always wrong

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    Composition: Bill Macrae

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