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There you are, cryin' again |
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But your loveliness won't cover your shame |
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There you are, you're takin' true love |
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And while you're takin' true love, you given the blame |
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(How could I ...) Could I be so wrong |
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To think that we could get along? |
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Days I wasted with you, child |
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If I count there'll be a million or two |
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Now I stand alone through the memories |
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That haunts me, that haunt |
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Yeah, and I walk alone through the rhapsodies |
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That taunts me, that taunts me, me |
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There you are, cryin' again |
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But your loveline-ness won't cover your shame |
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There you are, you're takin' true love |
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And while you're takin' true love, given the blame |
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(How could I ...) How could I be so wrong |
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To think that we could get along? |
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Days I wasted with you, child |
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If I count there'll be a million or two |
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Now I stand alone through the memories |
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That haunts me, that haunts (... me) |
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And I walk alone through the rhapsodies |
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That taunts me, that taunts me |
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Now, there you are, cryin' again |
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But your loveline-ness won't cover your sham-ame, hey |
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There you are, you're takin' true lo-love |
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While you're takin' true lo-love, given the blame |
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(How could I ...) How could I ... |