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Hands off baby don't you dare go dial, |
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It's a sure fire way to put my soul on trial, |
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Won't you barricade me to your one door town, |
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They'll be hell no way I'm gonna turn that down, |
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Memory recalling that this firm don't understand, |
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But I can't draw no breath until I got you by the hand. |
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Because I love you, |
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Love you, |
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Love you, |
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Oh yeah I love you. |
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Shirts and ties, |
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It's suicide, |
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Gonna be no hassle if you keep it quiet, |
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Like a goalmouth scramble for someplace to hide, |
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And that red stripe noose is getting more my size, |
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, |
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Voluntary mover go hook that turn back down the road, |
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You'll be solitary 'till you get exactly what you want. |
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Sure as hell no souvenir for knowing just what you missed, |
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One of these days I'm losing here and still, |
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Wonder who you're with |