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You'd better wear a dress that covers up that bruise. |
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How could I refuse your wish that I do that to you? |
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You'd better take your face from every cloud I see. |
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How could I have known that you'd be so deep inside of me? |
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That this whole wide world isn't wide enough, |
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and this big bright sun isn't bright enough. |
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You'd better call your brother, say I won't be there, |
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though when I think of your hair I have to stop the car. |
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You shouldn't tell them that you've seen my face somewhere. |
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When I leaned in your direction I leaned much too far. |
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Now this whole wide world isn't wide enough, |
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and this big bright sun isn't bright enough. |
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And you could not have lied enough to make me believe. |
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The lean, loveless highway without end. |
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Some things get broken, and they never fix again. |
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You'd better buy your ticket, pay for it yourself. |
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Here's one for your health and here's one empty window seat. |
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All crooked, all bloody, I'll take my leave. |
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All the leaves fall and the turnpike lies in front of me. |
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And this whole wide world isn't wide enough, |
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and this big bright sun isn't bright enough. |
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And you could not have lied enough to make me believe |
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And this whole wide world isn't wide enough, |
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and this big bright sun isn't bright enough. |
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And you could not have lied enough to make me believe |
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you were telling the truth to me. |
