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Rick Swartzentrover
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11-02-1999
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| I hear the pain in your heart
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The stammer of a “want-to-cry” voice
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| All I want to do is remove that pain
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And take away your reason to cry
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| I would if I could, but I can’t
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| I would build a perfect world for you
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One with no hurt or death or broken hearts
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| Where you could have your hearts desire
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And never feel the slow death of depression
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| I would if I could, but I can’t
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| I would paint it with happy hues
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With endless play and music
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| Laughter would be the only tongue spoken there
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And cloths would never get dirty
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| I would if I could, but I can’t
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| All I can do is be your friend
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To comfort you when you cry
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| To brighten the days you are blue
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And maybe help with the laundry
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| That I can do and I will
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