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Played from the bottom of your heart |
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That is why it is so sad |
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Are we supposed to listen to when |
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When your loving becomes fine art |
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And when something really hits you |
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You strum your guitar |
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And you write another song |
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About your girlfriend and her bed |
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Or you write another song |
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About a woman that you met at a bar |
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Sung from the bottom of your heart |
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Well, I have to say I'm sorry |
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I didn't realise how empty it was |
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When the World War starts |
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Relieved by the fame that saves you |
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You see your chance |
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And you write another song |
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About your girlfriend and her bed |
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Or you write another song |
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About a woman that you met at a bar |
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And you call her "baby" |
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And you call her "honey", too |
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And you call her "baby" |
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And you call her "honey", too |
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Then you write another song |
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About your girlfriend and her bed |
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And you write another song |
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About a woman that you met at a bar |
