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Oh, once you know, you can never |
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You can never turn back |
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Oh, man, but I understand |
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'Cause we all fear what we lack |
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Being with you |
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Makes me tired as hell |
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Tired as hell |
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And it's so high, so low |
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Oh, so high, so low |
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Now if I was strong |
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And you were male |
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You'd be dead |
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And I would be in jail |
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Being with you |
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Oh, makes me tired as hell |
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Tired as hell |
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Now it's so high, so low |
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Oh, it's so high, so low |
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Don't go making promises |
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You know, you won't keep |
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Weddings turn to funerals |
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Both with songs that make you weep |
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Being with you |
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Makes me tired as hell |
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And it's so high, so low |
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Oh, now it's so high, so low |
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Now it's so high, so low |
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So high, so low |
