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  RetourPositively 4th Street You gotta lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinnin' You gotta lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just wanna be on the side That's winnin' You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it? You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You have no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be Among the crowd you're in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I would make contact The one who tries to hide what he don't know To begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You see how I could look But you don't mean it When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralized Why don't you just come at once And screaming? No I do not feel that good I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them And though you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem? I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you Retour
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