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She asked me how love gets along |
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with me all by myself |
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Wonders how I keep from getting |
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dust upon that shelf |
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She wanted to know how a man like me |
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ends up alone, anyway |
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'Was I breakin' all the rules of love |
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and the games that people play |
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I said not too many hangin' round |
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of all the ones I meet |
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In time they always find that I'm on |
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the bitter side of sweet |
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She huddled on the gate on my block |
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where I always catch my bus |
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An' I hoped it wouldn't stop today, |
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there'd just be the two of us |
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But it showed up like it always does, |
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about twenty minutes late |
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I told her it'd be right along |
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but she said she couldn't wait |
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She didn't need any assistance |
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in putting some distance, |
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between us on that empty street |
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She was of a mind, |
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in record time that I'm on |
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the bitter side of sweet |
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That I act this was is really not my fault |
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It just means all the sweet things I've got to say |
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Come along with a grain of salt |
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(instrumental) |
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It's no wonder I'm not scoring points, |
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I'm always out of bounds |
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If any wise willed words convince the point, |
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I'm foolish by the pound |
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An' a fool can see no one believes |
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what's rollin' off my tongue |
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An' I've never seen a recipe |
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for sweet talkin' anyone |
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I could have written a book on |
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the lessons I took |
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in the agony of defeat |
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An showed you all the signs |
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between the lines on |
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the bitter side of sweet |
