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A woman, woman, please believe me |
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I'm standing on a cliff edge, can you see me |
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I've had my share of second chances |
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Open doors and wild romances |
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And now it better be right, yeah |
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Shadow will leave me, I think will fall |
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A definite sadness will light every wall |
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But Agatha leads me to both of my knees |
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I finish with silence and I've stopped saying please, please, please |
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'Cause a woman, a woman, please believe me |
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I'm standing on a cliff edge, can you see me |
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'Cause I've had my share of second chances |
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Open doors and wild romances |
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And now it better be right, yeah |
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And now it better be right, yeah |
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Except I'll be choking arms |
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Poor abusions through the cracks in the floor |
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Fed up with this God we've got |
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A piney knot that put a crack in the drawer |
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Court her with grace, still you punish and rob me |
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I figured it was a sentiment fall |
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But now your caught up with the big country |
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But still it's up to you to sever it all |
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'Cause a woman a woman, she turns discreetly |
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The parting of her words will burn in briefly |
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You said you had your share of second chances |
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Open doors and wild romances |
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And it'll never be right, yeah |
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And it'll never be right, yeah |
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And it'll never be right, yeah |
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And it'll never be right, yeah |