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I've got a song about the sister
Waitin' somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her
Ever since he come and gone
Ain't it's harder for a woman
With a baby on her way
That's the price of being human
When you're poor enough to pay
And she listens to the freedom
In the silence at her door
No one's listenin' when you need 'em
But there ain't no fun to sing that song no more
I've got a song about a Saviour
Lookin' lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers
And a cross he never made
And he's sadder than he's wiser
And a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father
Left him bleeding and alone
Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missin' 'till you need 'em
There ain't no fun to sing that song no more
Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missin' 'till you need 'em
There ain't no fun to sing that song no more
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