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Is this what you call life |
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Asking for trouble and longing for strife |
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You're chasing me, the rumour's rife |
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Your intention's all too clear |
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Calling me up and calling me dear |
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And filling me with dread and fear |
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I can't deny it's true that love is blind |
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If you can't see that it's all in the mind |
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Just leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kind |
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It's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind |
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You know you won't succeed |
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In winning cocks with chicken feed |
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The signs are there for you to read |
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Your efforts are a feat |
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The stake's too high for easy meat |
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Why don't you just admit defeat |
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I can't deny it's true that love is blind |
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If you can't see that it's all in the mind |
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Just leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kind |
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It's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind |
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Just leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kind |
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It's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind |
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I can't deny it's true that love is blind |
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If you can't see that it's all in the mind |
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Just leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kind |
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It's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind |
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Just leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kind |
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It's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind (fade) |