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Home is where the heart is she says |
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Well then how can |
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I just get her outta my head? |
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Isolated and |
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I'd rather be dead than just hanging on to something |
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I'll regret |
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She's so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her |
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Better cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart |
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Save this last dance for me and take me back to things |
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I never got a chance to see over time: |
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Thank God this is goodbye |
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Frustrated, overrated; take my hand and call it hatred |
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You're the one, you're the one for me |
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Bottled up my feelings all for nothing and |
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I can't take it |
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Let me out, get her outta my head |
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Everything she said were lies; the way she moved, so dead inside |
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And everything we ever had is over |
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Everything she said were lies; the way she looked, so teary-eyed |
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And everything we ever had is over: |
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And this time, we're through ' |
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Cause she's so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her |
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Better cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart |
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Save this last dance for me and take me back to things |
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I never got a chance to see over time: |
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Thank God this is goodbye |
