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In the morning we wreck the bed |
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You bring me coffee black and boiling |
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Then we start up again and the coffee goes cold |
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I wake up drinking from your lips |
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Kisses warm and tender |
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And I'd give up the word just to see you smile |
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One things I will never understand (It's become my problem) |
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And it's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) |
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What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean? |
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I went to town with a moody man, a handsome Dr. Jekyll |
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He was right by my side turning into Mr. Hyde |
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I ran for cover but I ran to slow |
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I was stitched by strangers |
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And they shook their heads that someone could do the things you did |
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One thing I will never understand (It's become my problem) |
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And it's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) |
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What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean? |
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I must be mad, I must be crazy, everyone tells me so |
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Everyday I see it coming, now I'm facing the wall, waiting for the blow |
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In the morning you kiss my head |
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You say it was another |
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Now you're down on your knees |
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Begging me to forgive you please |
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I wake up aching from your touch |
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Every muscle tender |
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Then I look in your eyes, the way you smile |
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And I'm hypnotized |
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One thing I will never understand (It's become my problem) |
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And it's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) |
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What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean? |
