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How many times must you call me in the morning before |
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I wake up? |
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And how many times must |
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I look at other girls before we break up? |
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And how many times must you criticize every single thing that you do? |
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Before you |
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Before you let me know |
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Before you let me go |
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You really should have known |
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And I'm a no good gambling man with the wrong hand |
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Who's been hurt so many times |
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Why don't you look him in the eyes? |
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Oh, you won't see nothing at all |
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And how many times must |
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I stumble and drunk before you scold me |
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And why is it, you have to turn out all the lights before you hold me? |
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And how many years of fears, of falls, you broke my balls |
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Well, I wish you never told me |
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But before you let me know |
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Before you let me go |
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You really should have known |
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That I'm a no good used up, bruised up, fucked up boy |
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Who gets beat up by just looking at you |
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Oh, I'm a lonely soul, lost every single thing |
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I ever did own |
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That I never owned you |
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Go on and look him in the eye |
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Oh, you just might see him cry |
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Oh, you just might see him smile |
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One more drink and |
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I'll be fine |
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One more girl to take you off my mind |
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One more drink and |
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I'll be fine |
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One more girl to take you off my mind |
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One more drink and |
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I'll be fine |
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One more girl to take you off my mind |
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Oh, one more girl and |
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I'll be fine |
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One more drink to take you off my mind |
