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I fell in love with your eyes when we first met |
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Honey, when we first met |
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And I didn't know it at the time, you'd make me a mess |
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Hon, you make me a mess |
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Well, it's the consequence of love |
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Can't tell when enough is enough |
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And in the end it's tough to open up |
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Your arms again, take his things |
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And give them back to him, whoa |
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This I know for sure, I fell in love with your face |
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And not with your heart, honey, not with your heart |
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Everybody makes mistakes |
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But yours are the worst, honey, yours are the worst |
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Even if you shot my brains, |
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That wouldn't hurt, honey, that wouldn't hurt |
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Well, it's the consequence of love |
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Can't tell when enough is enough |
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And in the end it's tough to open up |
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Your arms again, take his things |
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And give them back to him, whoa |
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This I know for sure, I fell in love with your face |
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And not with your heart, honey, not with your heart |
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And I thought our love was true |
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I am only but a fool and, there's nothing left to save |
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So please don't bother anyway, it's almost over now |
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Open up your arms again, take his things |
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And give them back to him, whoa |
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This I know for sure, I fell in love with your face |
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And not with your heart, honey, not with your heart |
