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Now i've got a question baby |
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What makes you cry? |
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'cos i haven't seen any water |
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In the corners of your eyes |
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For a day, or a week |
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Or a month, or a year |
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Haven't seen much of you |
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Since you left me my dear |
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Can't you see that i'm hurting |
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How i'm falling apart |
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Don't you care about my drinking |
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Or my poor lonely heart |
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I thought you liked football |
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You didn't mind those videos |
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And my dog didn't mean |
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To ruin your clothes (he can't help it) |
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Now you won't take my phone calls |
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You sent my letters back |
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You're paying for a lawyer |
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To stab me in the back |
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Then i saw you on the street |
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You looked happy, that's a fact |
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I'm impressed - it's a hell of an act |
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Angel - admit it, admit it |
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Darlin' - admit it, admit it |
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Your love for me didn't die |
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It's just sleepin' |
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Now i hope you can hear me |
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Wherever you are |
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In a cheap hotel room |
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Or the back seat of a car |
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I make up those situations |
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I don't know if they're true |
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But i'll tell you, for now, they'll do |
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Angel - admit it, admit it |
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Darlin' - admit it, admit it |
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Your love for me didn't die |
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It's just sleepin' |
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And it wakes every night |
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To your weeping' |
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Now i've got a question bady |
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What makes you cry? |
