| Now I’ve got a question baby
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| What makes you cry?
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| 'Cos I haven’t seen any water
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| In the corners of your eyes
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| For a day, or a week
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| Or a month, or a year
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| Haven’t seen much of you
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| Since you left me my dear
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| Can’t you see that I’m hurting
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| How I’m falling apart
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| Don’t you care about my drinking
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| Or my poor lonely heart
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| I thought you liked football
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| You didn’t mind those videos
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| And my dog didn’t mean
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| To ruin your clothes (he can’t help it)
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| Now you won’t take my phone calls
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| You sent my letters back
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| You’re paying for a lawyer
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| To stab me in the back
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| Then I saw you on the street
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| You looked happy, that’s a fact
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| I’m impressed — it’s a hell of an act
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| Angel — admit it, admit it Darlin' - admit it, admit it Your love for me didn’t die
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| It’s just sleepin'
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| And it wakes every night
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| To your weepin'
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| Now I hope you can hear me Wherever you are
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| In a cheap hotel room
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| Or the back seat of a car
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| I make up those situations
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| I don’t know if they’re true
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| But I’ll tell you, for now, they’ll do Angel — admit it, admit it Darlin' - admit it, admit it Your love for me didn’t die
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| It’s just sleepin'
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| And it wakes every night
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| To your weeping'
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| Now I’ve got a question bady
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| What makes you cry? |