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Well you and I |
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Travel to the beat of a different drum |
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Can't you tell by the way I run |
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Every time you make eyes at me |
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Yes, you cry and moan |
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And say it'll work out |
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But honey child I've got my doubts |
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You can't see the forest for the trees |
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Now don't get me wrong |
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It's not that I knock it |
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It's just that I am not in the market |
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For a girl |
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Who wants to love only me |
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And I'm not saying that you ain't pretty |
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All's I saying's that I'm not ready |
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For any person place or thing |
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To try and pull the reins |
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In on me |
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Well I feel pretty sure |
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That you'll find a man |
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Who will take a lot more than I ever could or can |
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And you'll settle down with him |
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And I know that you'll be happy |
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So goodbye |
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I'm a-leavin' |
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I see no sense in you cryin' and grievin' |
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We'll both live a lot longer |
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If you live without me |
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Well I feel pretty sure |
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That you'll find a man |
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Who will take a lot more than I ever could or can |
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And you'll settle down with him |
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And I know that you'll be happy |
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So goodbye |
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I'm a-leavin' |
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I see no sense in you cryin' and grievin' |
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We'll both live a lot longer |
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If you live without me |
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If you live without me, woman |
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If you live with out me |
