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I know it's over |
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Because I don't keep you satisfied anymore |
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But before you move along |
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Let me sing you the last love song |
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Tomorrow when I wake, what will take the place? |
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Of smiles on your face and black hair against white lace |
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And I wonder, If I will be thinking of our early mornin' love |
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All the sweet things that you'd say that brighten my darkest day |
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And tomorrow night what do you suggest |
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To take the place of your breasts |
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Breast against my chest |
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Oh how I'll miss your tenderness |
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But there's no use cryin' because loves a grown up game |
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A little pleasure then a-lot of pain |
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First we called each other bad names |
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Then what we had was never quite the same |
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I wish I could find eyes that won't cry |
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Lips that won't lie and a love that won't die |
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Hmm hmm hmm |
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And a love that won't die |