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It starts off slow with a kiss of folly |
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And you don't see it as more |
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But after awhile when all the dogs |
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See you sneaking in the back door |
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You don't believe |
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When they tell you |
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You don't believe |
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Then a world of trouble is all you see |
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Nights, when the phone rings |
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And it's so easy to get up |
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And go back again |
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You don't stop, you don't think |
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To live without it |
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Knowing that you'll never win |
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You don't believe |
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When they tell you |
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You don't believe |
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Then a world of trouble is all you see |
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This is the last time or the beginning |
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Whenever you say, it's enough |
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While each day, each month |
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Rolls out behind you |
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The lost time is calling your bluff |
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You don't believe |
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When they tell you |
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You don't believe |
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Then a world of trouble is all you see |
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A world of trouble is all you need |
