The way some of us treat the thing called love
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I know you will judge me
Just stay in your place
Who am I to come and judge
The way some of us treat the thing called love
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Little scarlet balloon
Sticks it out before the judge and the jury
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Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
Then his very last buck
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And a master of none
He trusted no one
His mere presence was threat
And so the court grew large
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Each of us in our own way
Judge me not my mood, it only gets you down
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Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
Then his very last buck
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You lived the kind of a judge
Who made a vow that one day
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Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plea
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