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We both know you're leaving |
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You just don't want to say it yet |
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'Cause you don't want to hurt my feelings |
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So you gnaw your little holes in the net |
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And you torture me with those big eyes |
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And you punish me with pity |
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But I'm going to Cleveland |
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You say you wanted to strike first |
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Because one of us was leaving, that's what you say |
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But I've always been real fond of you |
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So I never would have treated you this way |
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And you torture me with those big eyes |
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And you punish me with pity |
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But I'm going to Cleveland |
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I hear the Cuyahoga calling |
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Now I know what I was born for |
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And you say "Hey John, where are you going?" |
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But that's not my name anymore |
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And you torture me with those big eyes |
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And you punish me with pity |
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But I'm going to Cleveland |
