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Harder every time and it starts to show |
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On my face and on my wall |
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Where all her pictures fall. |
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Getting over a three leaf clover, That I thought was four. |
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It's just the same as before. |
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Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her. |
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It hurts so. |
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I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love. |
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It's not you its her. |
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An absent-minded find |
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Was thought to be a lucky break, |
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But what's at stake is only dignity. |
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Alone I'll stand as they all dance. |
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I've tangoed one too many times, The floor is just not for me. |
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Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her. |
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It hurts so. |
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I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love. |
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It's not you its her. |
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So take it slow, even stop |
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Every now and again when I say when. |
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Here we go on our way to sudden change. |
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Turn the tables to point the other way. |
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And I'm dismayed. |
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And if I stop breathing keep your arms around me. |
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Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her. |
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It hurts so. |
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I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love. |
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It's not you. |
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Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her. |
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It hurts so. |
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I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love. |
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It's not you. |
