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I've done my best to forget you |
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Dumped your perfume down my drain |
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My telephone is always in use, new day and bight |
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You've got a weird conception of love |
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Like a rocket, |
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I am ready to fly |
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Back lit so you can't see their faces |
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Your replacement is everywhere |
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Brown bodies just a little too wide prance around |
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O.K., let's say my judgement was poor |
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Give me one more chance |
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And like a rocket, |
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I will fly to your side |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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In fact, I've done my very best to forget you |
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And in fact, |
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I failed And like a rocket, |
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I will fly to your side |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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The grass is greener on the other side |
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That's what some old guy said |
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But I know that old guy must have lied |
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Or he was out of his head |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
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You've got a hold of my heart |
