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You act like you were just born tonight |
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Face down in a memory but feeling all right |
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So who does your past belong to today |
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Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way |
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Girls in the bars thinking who is this guy |
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But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies |
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You look so careless when they're shooting that bull |
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Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full |
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Tell me you're trying to cure a seven year ache |
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See what else your old heart can take |
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Boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room" |
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The girls say, "God, I hope he comes back soon" |
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And everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing |
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You're still uptown on your downhill swing |
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Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around |
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Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown |
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There's plenty of dives to be someone you're not |
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Just say you're looking for something you might have forgot |
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Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone |
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'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home |
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Just tell 'em your trying to cure a seven year ache |
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See what else your old heart can take |
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Boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room" |
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The girls say, "God, I hope he comes back soon" |
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Tell me you're trying to cure a seven year ache |
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See what else your old heart can take |
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Boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room" |
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The girls say, "God, I hope he comes back soon" |
