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I've called you so many times today |
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And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say |
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That you don't ever want to see me again |
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And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten |
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I guess you'd call it cowardice |
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But I'm not prepared to go on like this |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you |
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I can't stand losing you |
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I can't stand losing you |
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I can't stand losing you |
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I see you sent my letters back |
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And my L.P. records and they're all scratched |
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I can't see the point in another day |
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When nobody listens to a word I say |
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You can call it lack of confidence |
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But to carry on living doesn't make no sense |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't stand losing you |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I guess this is our last goodbye |
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And you don't care, so I won't cry |
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But you'll be sorry when I'm dead |
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And all this guilt will be on your head |
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I guess you'd call it suicide |
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But I'm too full to swallow my pride |
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I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing |
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I can't, I can't... |
