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I tried so hard, |
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Not to fing the peculiarities in her heart, |
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There were broken pieces underneath it, |
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But I tried, to slip ip, trip it to the back of my mind, |
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Boy ya could do better, but she would never let ya, |
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Marry me, jesus christ you must be joking, You're juste 23 girl what is that? |
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This ain't me, |
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Sunday morning drinking black tea, |
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Being well behaved, |
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And you're just leading the way, |
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Try it, you would wanna buy it, |
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Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday, |
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She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it, |
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Like you did in 1986 with this, |
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It's tragic you be straight erotic trought you never said it, |
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She knows you always thought it |
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Why's it never the same for me? |
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As it is for you? |
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So thinking back again, |
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Before we were just emotionally tragical, |
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It was cosy and carefree, |
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So do not speak, |
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And listen to what my mind is making, |
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A bed that's not worth a lay in, |
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A story that's not worth relaying, |
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Try it, you would wanna buy it, |
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Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday, |
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She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it, |
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Like you did in 1986 with this, |
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It's tragic you be straight erotic thought you never said it, |
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I know, |
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why's it never the same for me? |
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Never the same fo me, |
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As is it for you? |
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Equality, |
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It's not a word you feet is familiar, for you |
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it's just about me and me, |
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Dignity, |
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Sailing in your shallow water, |
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The taps run dry, you're drowning in your gin and tonic, |
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Try it, you would wanna buy it, |
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Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday, |
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She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it, |
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Like you did in 1986 with this, |
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It's tragic you be straight erotic trought you never said it, |
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She knows you always thought it |
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Cos she's like a mother |
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Don't you even bother? |
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Cos you're jure wasting your time, |
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Why's it never the same for me? X4 |
