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Baby I no longer wanna be, just a thorn in your side. |
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Tell me what you gave me baby, and |
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I will give you back. |
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The troubles you gave me, gonna wrap em' up in a box, |
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Tie em' up with string, send em' back to you, |
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They no longer mean a thing to me. |
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Better get used to bein' my used to be. |
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Baby I no longer wanna be, just a cushion for your pride. |
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Here's my fastback baby, this man's got a ride away. |
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Before you make me change my mind, |
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I'll be gone before you notice, that |
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I'm not around. |
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You'll look everywhere baby, but |
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I just won't be found. |
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Better get used to bein' my used to be. |
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I used to be the hands of your clock baby, |
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But I always knew in time. |
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I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, |
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And you would change your mind. |
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But I always knew in time. |
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I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, |
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And you would suddenly change your mind. |
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I remember a time when you, really used to try. |
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But now-a-days baby, you can't even look me in the eye. |
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Your love is drifting with the tide. |
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Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. |
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I'll just move on down, |
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I'm sure that you'll agree. |
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Better get used to bein' my used to be. |
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Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. |
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I'll just move on down the line, |
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I'm sure that you'll agree. |
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Better get used to bein' my used to be. |