| I make you say ooh, ooh
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| I make you say oooooooh
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| I got the dirty old hands
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| Of a drummer in a band
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| But I never really hit the sticks
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| I got the sunburned tan of every working man
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| Who’s spent a minute in a ditch
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| And I ain’t gonna try to tell another lie
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| You never should have let me in
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| Cause I’m the type of guy who (?) show you where my hands have been
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| You broke my heart, I let you in
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| This is now, that was then
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| I fucked around, with all your friends
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| Forget about the past and lets hit it again
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| I make you say ooh, ooh, I make you say oooooooh
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| Shes eleven out of ten
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| Got a body with a pin
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| You can pull it like a hand grenade
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| And I don’t know where shes going
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| But I know where shes been
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| Cause its the only time my beds been made
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| And I ain’t gonna try to tell another lie
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| You tripped me when you let me in
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| Cause I’m the type of guy who
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| Drinks until his eyes lose
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| Sight of whats in front of him
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| You broke my heart, I let you in
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| This is now, that was then
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| I fucked around, with all your friends
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| Forget about the past and lets hit it again
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| She’s the portrait of a model
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| I’m just a picture of a man
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| She’s got her fingers on a bottle
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| But I’m drinking from a can
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| And she’s always seeing people
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| And I’m always on my own
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| But shes right here begging
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| Saying take me home, take me home
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| You broke my heart, I let you in
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| This is now, that was then
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| I fucked around, with all your friends
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| Whoa, Whoa, Whoa oh oh
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| This is now
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| That was then
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| Forget about the past and lets hit it again |