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Shut up, come on quit it, |
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Get over yourself, |
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You've been stoking your own fire again |
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I was wrong, you wont admit it |
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What else could I say |
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We are monsters when we don't get our own way |
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You are an uncontrollable, inconsolable woman, |
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And I'm a bullheaded ego-maniacal man, |
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You want to hit me in my face, I want to put you in your place |
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Hate each other sometimes |
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Gotta a feeling we will be fighting for the rest of our lives, |
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Cause we got the guts to keep love alive |
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So come on, do you regret it |
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Staying here with me |
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Burning bridges and driving down dixie |
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Well come on dont quit, we are making history, |
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Your heart and mine making World War Three |
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All our words scratch like stones |
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May they never break our bones |
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You are an uncontrollable, inconsolable woman, |
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And I'm a bullheaded ego-maniacal man, |
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You want to hit me in my face, I want to put you in your place |
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Hate each other sometimes |
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Gotta a feeling we will be fighting for the rest of our lives, |
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Cause we got the guts to keep love alive |
