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♫ On my shoulders ♫
The Do

Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders
Why do I always help you carry your boulders
And wonder why I carry such a weight on my shoulders
And why would I a t t ts such a load

But someday you'll see
Next time I'll try it another way

Why would you try to make me friends with them soldiers
When you know that I've never been familiar with orders
When you know that my heart is in a *pretty* disorder
And you should know that in my heart you fill every corner

And someday you'll see that all I want is to please
Oh, next time I'll try it another way
How long will I sit and wait like a soldier-her

How many summers will it take
How many summers will I wait
How many shoulders will I break
(*= chorus 1*)

Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders
Why am I always by your side when you're down
And why did I help you build a beautiful house
And why did I break my back for you in the cold

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And someday you'll see
Next time I'll try it another way

Why would I have to quit if time makes me older
Why do they wonder why I never get bored?
And wow could I tell them that I'll never let go
But hey you're my man and they just don't understand

Someday you'll see that all I want is to please hold
Next time I'll try it another way

How will I sit and wait like a soldier-her
(chorus 1)

Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders
Why do I always help you carry your boulder?
You wonder why I carry such a weight on my shoulder
And why would I a t t ts such a load

Someday you'll see that all I want is to please hold
Next time I'll try it another way

How long will I sit and wait like a soldier
How many summers will it take
How many summers will I wait (x2)

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To zupełnie o mnie.
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