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Lay a hand full of marked cards, |
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I played the last game. |
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Well, all the time you know, |
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That everybody's doin' the same. |
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Ain't it cruel, now, baby |
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How life is full of such shame? but |
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Nevertheless, i can't keep myself from lovin' you, no. |
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Nevertheless, i can't keep myself from lovin you, [naw/no] |
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With that loaded gun you seem to |
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Have so much fun. |
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Scarin' hell outta people that you |
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Claim you love. |
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Cannot find no reason why you're |
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Doin' the things you do. |
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Well, i get so tired of makin' reservations for you. |
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And even my good friends call me, |
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Make me feel the fool. |
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But then i find no reason why you're |
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Doin' the things you do. |
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