| I wrote a song for your big brother
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| And I’m gonna write a song for you
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| I wrote a song for your big brother
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| And I’m gonna write a song for you too
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| Don’t cry pretty little Martha
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| Don’t cry pretty little girl
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| Don’t cry pretty little Martha
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| The prettiest girl in the whole damn world
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| Prettiest girl in the whole damn world
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| I sang that song for your big brother
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| And I’m gonna sing this song for you
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| I sang that song for your big brother
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| And I’m gonna this one for you
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| You’re in Quebec with your mother
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| And I’m down here in New York state
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| In Quebec with your mother
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| The world is cruel and so is fate
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| The world is cruel and so is fate
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| Oh you know I love your brother
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| And you know that I love you
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| Oh you know I love your brother
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| How I miss the both of you!
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| We will be reunited, maybe on your birthday
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| Will be reunited, on the eighth day in month of May
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| On the eighth day in month of May
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| I wrote a song for your big brother
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| Now I’ve written one for you
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| I wrote a song for your big brother
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| Now I’ve written one for you
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| Don’t cry pretty little Martha
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| Don’t cry pretty little girl
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| Don’t cry pretty little Martha
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| The prettiest girl in the whole damn world
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| Prettiest girl in the whole damn world |