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The poets say that all who love are blind |
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Well I'm in love and I know what time it is |
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The good books say go seek and ye shall find |
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Well I have sought and my what a climb it is |
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My life is just like tha weather it changes with the hour |
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When he's near I'm fair and warmer |
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When he is gone I'm cloudy with showers |
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Any motion like the ocean |
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It's either sink or swim |
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When a woman loves a man like I love him |
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Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should |
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I got it bad and that ain't good |
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My poor heart is sentimental |
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Not made of wood |
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I got it bad and that ain't good |
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But when the weekend's over |
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And Monday rolls around |
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I end up like I start out |
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Just crying my heart out |
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He don't love me like I love nobody could |
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I got it bad and that ain't good |
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The folks with good intentions |
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Tell me to save my tears |
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I'm glad I'm mad about him |
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I can't live without him |
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Lord above me, make him love me |
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The way he should |
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I got it bad and that ain't good |
