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Well you never took my heart, |
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When I tried hard to give it to you. |
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And I know you can't be true, ' |
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Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.) |
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Now I'm lookin' straight at you, |
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An' see you with another man. |
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So I take the shot of whiskey, |
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So I don't have no regrets. |
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Well, I've fallen drunk again: |
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I guess she must have got to me. |
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I don't need little little woman, |
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Getting upper hand on me. |
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Now I'm lost an' now |
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I'm broke, |
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An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose. |
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But I still here an' think about, |
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The things we used to do. - |
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Instrumental |
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Break- Walkin' through the crowwded streets, |
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I don't see no-one carin' for me. |
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That's all right, |
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I don't need anyone, |
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Except myself, you see. ' |
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Cause now |
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I'm stronger an' |
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I'm smarter, |
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An' I'm not like |
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I used to be. |
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But I still sit here an' think about, |
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The things you did to me. |
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Yeah, I still sit here an' think about, |
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The things you did to me. |