Louis Armstrong flee as a birdwhen the saints go marching in

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I'm tired of being down on my knees
With the weight of the world coming down on me
She says there's always someone better waiting for her
That I was so lucky to get her
I'm tired of being down on my knees
With the weight of the world coming down on me
She says there's always someone better waiting for her
I was so lucky that I get her
Y'know, I, I wanna cry
I wonder why all the tears are dry
I just don't dare to show I care
I got nothin' left to spare
I wonder why I try
I wonder why when nothin' pleases a woman
I wonder why I try
I wonder why when nothin' pleases a woman
When nothin' pleases a woman
There's just no pleasin' a woman

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