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There goes another one |
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Another hit and run |
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When I feel like I get to close |
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I slam the brakes and take slow |
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Till they've givin up |
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Till they have nothing left to give |
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What kind of man takes all they have And still don't feel like he has |
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Enough |
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And I held it all in my hands |
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But I let slip away |
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For a chance to play the game |
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Everytime she thought she won |
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I showed the loser that I'am |
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Maybe one day when I grow Up |
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I can be her man |
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I'm alone in here |
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So I try to fill my space |
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With a name I don't remember |
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And in her eyes I see your face |
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I'm a guilty child |
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Scared to death to hear his name |
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So hide until they go away |
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Ignore them till I know they've had |
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Enough |
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And I held it all in my hands |
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But I let slip away |
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For a chance to play the game |
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Everytime she thought she won |
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I showed the loser that I'am |
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Maybe one day when I grow Up |
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I can be her man |
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Everytime she thought she won |
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I showed the loser that I'am |
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Maybe one day when I grow Up |
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Maybe then I have Enough |
