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You ain't a lover, you'll never change |
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I'd rather wrestle my machine |
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You ain't a lover, you'll never change |
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I'd rather wrestle my machine |
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A token e-mail, a drunken text |
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A sorry go-round of cell-phone sex |
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You ain't a lover, you're just a fake |
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Had all the bullshit |
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I'm gonna take |
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Wrestle my machine |
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My machine |
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As a product you would be great |
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And all the income you'd generate |
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But as a lover you're just a bust |
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You're not a service |
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I can trust |
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I'll wrestle my machine |
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My machine |
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All I am is a husk of a man, |
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I cannot go through this again |
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You're not a woman, and you know |
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I've pretended all |
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I can All |
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I can You ain't a lover, you'll never change |
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I'd rather wrestle with my machine |
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You ain't a lover, you're just a fake |
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Had all the bullshit |
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I'm gonna take |
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Wrestle my machine |
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All I am is a husk of a man, |
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I cannot go through this again |
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You're not a woman, and you know |
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I've pretended all |
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I can All |
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I am is a victim of love, |
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I checked the box marked none of the above |
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You're not a woman, girl, and you know |
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I've pretended all |
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I can All |
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I can... my machine |
