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MY REWARD |
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WRITER AUS |
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TIN ROBERT |
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S Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years |
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Is that my reward for loving you |
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While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere |
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Is that my reward for being true. |
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We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring |
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But the choir never sang, and the |
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Church bells didn't ring |
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Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke |
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Is that my reward for loving you. |
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Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years |
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Is that my reward for loving you |
|
While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere |
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Is that my reward for being true. |
|
We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring |
|
But the choir never sang, and the |
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Church bells didn't ring |
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Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke |
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Is that my reward for loving you. |
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Is that my reward for loving you... |
