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These four years were a suicide |
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But you volunteered and kept it alive |
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So you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain |
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You can't fix what was born to break |
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So the marriage lives for the children's sake |
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And you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain "This is what you signed up for" (Take me off that list) "This is what you signed up for" |
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And when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me ' |
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Cause I'm so vain (No you can't complain) |
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No you can't complain when you can't come back to me. |
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These 4 years were a suicide |
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And you're worse off now 'cause you did survive |
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But you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain, no you can't complain |
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Life turns out just a stepping stone |
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You forget yourself |
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You should have known (That you can't complain) |
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You should've known better. (No you can't complain) |
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And now you can't complain when you can't come back to me "This is what you signed up for" (Take me off that list) "This is what you signed up for" |
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But when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me ' |
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Cause I'm so vain (no, you can't complain) |
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No you can't complain when you can't come back |
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And when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me ' |
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Cause I'm so vain (no, you can't complain) |
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No you can't complain when you can't come back to me |
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You can't come back to me |
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This will end (This will end) |
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If you choose |
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To do nothing, nothing |
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This will end (This will end) |
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If you choose |
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To do nothing, nothing |
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This will end (This will end) |
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If you choose |
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To do nothing, nothing, nothing |
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But I can't live like this(I can't live like this) |
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No I won't be here |
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And when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me ' |
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Cause I'm so vain (no, you can't complain) |
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And when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me ' |
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Cause I'm so vain (no, you can't complain) |
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And when tomorrow comes, you're gonna write a song |
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You're gonna send it out to me but you can't complain to me |
