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One last time from Freddy's joint |
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we drove out to lover's point |
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shared our last kiss eye to eye |
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Spoke of tender times long past |
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said they weren't meant to last |
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too many different dreams to satisfy |
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She wants |
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new shoulders to cry on |
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new backseats to lie on |
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and she always gets her way |
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She wants to see other guys |
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get lost in other eyes |
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baby's in the black books |
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yes she's in the black books today |
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I've yet to find a dreary bar |
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where whispers don't drift from afar |
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about her wild and wicked ways |
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The hardest truths don't have a why |
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often true love will just die |
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and leave a grief to haunt |
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the lonely nights and days |
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She wants |
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new shoulders to cry on |
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new backseats to lie on |
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and she always gets her way |
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She wants to hurt other guys |
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put tears in other eyes |
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baby's in the black books |
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yes she's in the black books today |
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She wants to hurt other guys |
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put tears in other eyes |
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Baby's in the black books |
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yes she's in the black books today |
