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Doctor, tell me, doctor, |
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You got to help me if you can. |
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I can't stay sober, |
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I'm such a weary man. |
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Just like an anesthetic |
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Her love sedates my head, |
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And, changing like the rhythm, |
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She winds me up instead. |
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On that rolling rollercoaster, |
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That rollercoaster roll, |
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I'm on that rolling rollercoaster, |
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That rollercoaster roll. |
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Long distance on the telephone |
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She was crying out for me - |
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"Darling, come on home now, |
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That's where you ought to be." |
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Five hundred miles and ten hours on |
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I rolled through my front door - |
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What do you know, what do you know, she'd gone. |
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Ain't going to worry, |
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I ain't going to cry. |
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You know that I won't worry, |
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You know that I won't cry. |
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The very last thing that I'd want to do |
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Is waste my precious time |
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On some bitch like you. |
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On that rolling rollercoaster, |
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That rollercoaster roll, |
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That rolling rollercoaster, |
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That rollercoaster roll. |