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(t. b. schmit/b. gaitsch/g. sutton) |
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We were a match made with burning desire |
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Who could have known we were playing with fire |
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Now it's lights out baby you know why |
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You couldn't play it straight even if you tried |
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Anyone who ever knew you |
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Couldn't help but see right through you |
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Go ahead look me in the eyes |
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I'm so tired of your alibies |
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Oh i wonder |
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Which way are you gonna go |
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Just because you say it like you mean it |
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Don't make it so |
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Tell me the truth baby tell me true |
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This kind of love just won't do |
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Tell me the truth baby tell me nice |
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Better take my advice |
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One day you're gone baby then you're back |
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Just like a train you jump the track |
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Why don't you slow down you're gonna crash |
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Ain't gonna get no second chance |
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Do you think that i believe you |
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When you do the things that you do |
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Go ahead look me in the eyes |
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I'm so tired of your alibies |
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Oh i wonder |
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Which way are you gonna go |
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Just because you say it like you mean it |
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Don't make it so |
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Tell me the truth baby tell me true |
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This kind of love just won't do |
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Tell me the truth baby tell me nice |
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Better take my advice |
