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"Oh Well"
Can’t help about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty, and my legs are thin
Don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well
When I talked to God I knew he’d understand
He said sit by me I’ll be your guiding hand
So don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh Well
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Thanks to those who have assisted with lyrics transcription and/or correction: Jonathan Berkey, Michael Bickley, Todd Carrier, Tony Dennison, Mattias Engvall, Svein B. Hjorthaug, Kimberly Hynd, Jeff Cetola, Lewis Crow, Ian Ingham, Christian Jennings, Thomas Kercheval, John Lewis, Simon McKenzie, Allard Mosk, Eric Mossfeldt, Erle Mundle, Martin Powell, Brady Severns, Valeri Shaw, Jeroen Sprenkeler, Bas van Giesen, Michael Wallack and Greg Ziegler. Special thanks to Oliver Hunter. |