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Oh, go slow |
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You got gold in your fist |
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Eat my hope |
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And make it new |
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We spend our wage |
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In a couple of days |
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Hoping life might |
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Pay us back |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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There's no way |
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I'm going out like this |
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There is hair on my skirt |
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Feel the dirt on my knee |
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You've bled me, worn me, washed me out |
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Taken doubt too seriously |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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But I like it that way |
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I like it that way |
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Oh, go slow |
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You got me on your list |
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Take my hope |
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For you |
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There's no way |
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You're going out like that |
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There is food on your shirt |
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Mud and there's dirt on you |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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We have only ourselves |
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Only ourselves to blame |
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But I like it that way |
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I like it that way |
