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P - Pack Up Your Sorrows PACK UP YOUR SORROWS No use crying, talkin to a stranger Naming the sorrow you've seen Too many sad times, too many bad times Nobody knows what you mean But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would loose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me No use rambling, walking in the shadows Trailing a wandering star No one beside you, no one to hide you And nobody knows who you are No use gambling, running in the darkness Looking for a spirit that's free Too many long times, too many wrong times And nobody knows what you see No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a satisfied mind Too many highways, too many byways And nobody's walking behind @travel recorded by Judy Collins (Fifth) and Farina (2fer) filename[ PACUPSOR SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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