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Let's not fight it anymore |
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Unpack your bags and close the door, girl, |
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I'll never leave you |
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Though you lied right from the starat |
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I can't convince my foolish heart not to believe you |
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You've got two good men strung out |
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And there's not the slightest doubt that other men have loved you before |
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But you drew your face away |
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I dream of |
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Heaven and |
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I live in |
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Hell till |
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I can't take it anymore |
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If I had one ounce of pride |
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I'd stand up or step aside but |
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I still love you |
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So I'll accept the crumbs you drop' |
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Cause I'm a fool and |
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I can't stop or rise above you |
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Let him speak up for himself |
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I speak for me and no one else 'cause |
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I'm a beggar knockin' on your door |
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But you do your thing so well |
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I dream of |
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Heaven and |
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I live in |
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Hell till |
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I can't take it anymore |
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I'm too far gone to turn around |
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And pick myself up off the ground, it's not all over, no |
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Now one of us must win or lose |
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No matter which one you may choose, you'll [Incomprehensible](You know you will) |
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While you're makin' up your mind |
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I'll be prayin all the time, prayin' that you'll never let me go |
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But you do your thing so well |
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I dream of |
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Heaven and |
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I live in |
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Hell till |
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I can't take it anymore |
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You work your thing so well |
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I dream of |
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Heaven and |
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I live in |
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Hell till |
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I can't take it anymore |
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Yeah, you do your thing so well |
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I dream of |
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Heaven and |
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I live in |
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Hell till |
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I can't take it anymore |
