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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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You won't steal my tape recorder |
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I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen |
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You won't steal that thing again |
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I didn't even know your name or what was your game |
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But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame |
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I wanna know if you stole mine |
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It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame |
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Your life will never be the same |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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You won't steal my tape recorder |
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I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen |
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You won't steal that thing again |
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I can't track you anymore |
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Detective work has sure become a bore |
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So tell me what you did with it |
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And stop this shit, give up yourself |
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Before they come knockin' at your door |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
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When I feel the blade of that cupid sword |
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I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen |
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You won't steal that thing again |
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You won't steal my poor heart again |
