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A man and a woman come together |
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As strangers. |
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When they part they're usually |
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Strangers still. |
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It's like a practical joke |
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Played on us by our maker. |
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Empty bottles, |
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That can't be filled. |
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You fancy me to be the master |
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Of your feelings. |
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You barely bruise me |
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With your looks to kill. |
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Though i admit we were sometimes brutal |
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In our dealings, |
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I never held you against your will. |
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Chorus: |
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Baby, who's to say it coulda been different |
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Now that it's done. |
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Baby, who's to say... |
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Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been |
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Anyway. |
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Baby, who's to say... |
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Baby, who's to say |
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That it even matters in the long run. |
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Who's to say. |
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Give it just a minute. |
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And it'll blow away. |
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It's blow away. |
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Your case against me is so |
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Very clearly stated |
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I please no contest, |
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I turn and shrug. |
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I've come to figure all importance |
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Overestimated. |
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You must mean water when you beg for blood. |
