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I must have been blind adoring the blues |
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In everything lies a small kind of truth |
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But than again, |
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Just when |
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I thought you were staying for good |
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You left for no reason, was that all you could |
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You're still a man |
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It's not what |
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I wantIt's not what |
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I needNothing but lies and way too much heat |
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Just when |
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I thought you were telling the truth |
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I caught you with her, oh you fool |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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We live in denial, adoring what's new |
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In everything lies a small kind of blues |
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But than again, |
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Just when |
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I thought you were leaving for good |
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You stayed for no reason although we were through |
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You're still a man |
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It's not what |
|
I wantIt's not what |
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I needNothing but lies and way too much heat |
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Just when |
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I thought you were telling the truth |
|
I caught you with her, oh you fool |
|
You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
|
You hurt me |
|
When I've got so much more to give |
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But then again, |
|
It's not what |
|
I wantIt's not what |
|
I needNothing but lies and way too much heat |
|
Just when |
|
I thought you were telling the truth |
|
I caught you with her, oh you fool |
|
You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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An' everytime again, |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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Everytime again, |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
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But then again, |
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You hurt me |
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When I've got so much more to give |
