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I don't know too much about love, people, |
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But I sure think I've got it bad. |
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I don't know too much about love, people, |
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But I sure think I've got it bad. |
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Some people say love is just a gamble. |
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But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad. |
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I sit here in my lonely room, |
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Tears flowing down my eyes. |
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As I sit here in my lonely room, |
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Tears flowing on down my eyes, |
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I wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty. |
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You know what? Your heart must be made out of iron, |
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And it ain't no lie. |
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Sometimes, I get so worried, people, |
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I could just sit right down and cry. |
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Sometimes, I get so worried, people, |
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You know I could sit right down and cry. |
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Because I don't know too much about love, people, |
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But I sure think I've got it bad. |