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Nothing Better |
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Will someone please call a surgeon |
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Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart |
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That your're deserting for better company? |
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I can't accept that it's over... |
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I will block the door like a goalie tending the net |
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In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry |
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So just say how to make it right |
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And I swear I'll do my best to comply |
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Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better |
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Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together |
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I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself |
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With these revisions and gaps in history |
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So let me help you remember |
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I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear |
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I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave |
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So please back away and let me go |
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I can't my darling I love you so... |
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Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better |
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Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together |
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Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future |
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Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures |
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I admit that I have made mistakes and I swear |
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I'll never wrong you again |
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You've got a lure I can't deny |
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But you've had your chance so say goodbye |
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Say goodbye |
