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Three weeks and you sold his space |
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She said she's packing but it ain't over yet |
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You will confess but you won't repent |
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So, you ain't got a hope in hell |
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The moon was shining down on your first kiss |
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Angora sweater between you and bliss |
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Now, your head has become a mess |
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So, you ain't got a hope in hell |
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Too many nights on the road, you said |
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Made you lose your heart where you lay your head |
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You tried to tell her when you look in her eyes |
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That her one big love is now a little white lie |
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She read your name on the bathroom wall |
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She's got your number so you get no call |
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Kiss came to shove and now you?re bound to fall |
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So, you ain't got a hope in hell |
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Too many nights on the road, you said |
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Made you lose your heart where you lay your head |
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You tried to tell her when you look in her eyes |
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That her one big love is now a little white lie |
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Yellow motel on a dusty road |
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Between the sheets that are pressed and cold |
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Dying for someone to take off your clothes |
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But you ain't got a hope in hell |
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No, you ain't got a hope in hell |
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No, you ain't got a hope in hell |
