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There are times when life runs me out of town,
Runs me out of hope,
But there’s someone there to mop my brow,
To throw me a rope,
And underneath the madness,
Those melancholic pools,
I can shrug away the sadness,
Once again to play the fool,
When I feel like a human punchbag,
And just can’t take the blows,
There’s someone there to dress my wounds,
Stand by through highs and lows.

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