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I've been derelict, I've been down |
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Dragged my bottom lip all over town |
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She left me, whore |
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One of these days I won't love her anymore |
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She's got a new man now |
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And good luck to him |
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Cos there's a world of hurt |
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That he will be swimming in |
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I choose to drink alone |
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And I ain't crying in my beer |
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Every glass is full of hate |
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And who says hate is full of fear? |
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Love love love |
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Smashed and blind |
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Love love love love love |
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Love love love |
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Time after time |
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In this sick world it ain't easy to believe in |
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Or to find |
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Love means nothing anyway |
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You don't need love to live |
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She ripped your guts out |
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Then she said she [unintelligble] |
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I choose to drink alone |
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And I ain't crying in my beer |
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Every glass is full of hate |
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And who says hate is full of fear? |
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Love love love |
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Smashed and blind |
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Love love love love love |
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Love love love |
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Time after time |
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In this sick world it ain't easy to believe in |
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Or to find but it's not on my mind |
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Your girl wants to won you, because you met her mother |
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Her mother's an ugly psycho bitch and your girl says |
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I don't want to end up like that |
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But she's well on her way |
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Like a cruel reflection in a mirror that she can't escape |
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It surrounds her cos it's in her |
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The image is there all the time |
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And turns her into it. |
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She becomes the reflection and she's lost when you turn out the light |
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How can you break the mirror? |
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Smash it into a million pieces |
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Grind it into dust, there has to be a way |
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There's got to be a way |
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To break the circle, stop the play |
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And send the actors home |
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To write lines of their own. |
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I've been derelict, I've been down |
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Dragged my bottom lip all over town |
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She left me, whore |
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One of these days I won't love her anymore |
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I choose to drink alone |
|
And I ain't crying in my beer |
|
Every glass is full of hate |
|
And who says hate is full of fear? |
|
Love love love |
|
Smashed and blind |
|
Love love love love love |
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Love love love |
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Time after time |
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In this sick world it ain't easy to believe in |
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Or to find |
