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I get used to thinking, |
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love is such a curious thing. |
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It's tough and it's cold, |
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it's the fools and the folds. |
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I don't speak your language, |
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no I don't get the first thing you mean. |
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If I thought you'd get hurt |
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by the things that i wrote. |
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well it's tough and it's cold, |
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it's the fools and the folds. |
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I can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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it'not as bad as some people would make it. |
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I can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down |
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it's not as bad as some people would make it sound. |
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i don't mind pretending |
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pretending every day of the year |
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It's tough and it's cold, |
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it's the fools and the folds. |
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i get it by the feeling |
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i turned on a smile in my head |
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If i thought you'd get hurt |
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by the things that i wrote. |
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well it's tough and it's cold, |
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it's the fools and the folds. |
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I can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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it'not as bad as some people would make it. |
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I can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down |
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it's not as bad as some people would make it sound. |
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...off on fridays |
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fifteen years and... |
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i'm hopelessly devoured |
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and...for the hopeless tonight |
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i see the Friday night waves |
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it's getting close to midnight |
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i tried to roll a cigarette |
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it's every and the best that i can get |
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I can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down, |
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can't tell you 'cos i don't wanna bring you down. |
