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I want my money back, give it back to me. |
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I want my loving back, don't want your empathy. |
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The road to my heart is narrow and covered with thorn. |
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Vultures circling 'round the sky are hungry and the snakes are coiled. |
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Don't walk away, don't walk alone. |
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Don't walk away, the streets are cold. |
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Heard me say, |
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My head is in the dirt. |
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My mind is in the sea. |
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My blood is on the money ground. |
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Hold my hand and walk away with me. |
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The more that I do wrong, the more that my love grows deep. |
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So I drink myself to sleep at night and dream about her misery. |
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Don't walk away, don't walk alone. |
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Don't walk away, the streets are cold. |
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Don't walk away, don't walk alone. |
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Don't walk away, the streets are cold. |
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Don't walk away, don't walk alone. |
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Don't walk away, too far from home. |
