| Up in smokeyou’ve lost another love
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| As you take a hit off your last cigarette
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| Strung out, burnt out
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| Yeah you’re down on your luck
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| And you don’t give a…
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| Til the best part of you starts to twitch
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| Ain’t that a bitch
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| Freak out! |
| I’m alone now
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| I feel just like I’m losin’my mind
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| Cause love is like the right dress
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| On the wrong girl
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| You never know what you’re gonna find
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| You think you’re high and fine as wine
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| Then you wind up like a dog in a ditch
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| Cause love is like a wrong turn
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| On a cold night… yeah
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| Ain’t that a bitch, Ain№t that a bitch
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| In a daze
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| In the throes of emotion
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| You see God in the Devil’s eyes
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| Then you fall so far from grace
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| You wouldn’t know a kiss
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| If it was on your face
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| You can tell it to the jury
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| But you ain’t got no case
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| Freak out! |
| I’m alone now
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| I feel just like I’m losin’my mind
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| Cause love is like the right dress
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| On the wrong girl
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| You never know what you’re gonna find
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| The gal was fine as calamine but not
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| Enough to scratch a seven year itch
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| Cause love is like the last licks
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| Outta Hendrix… yeah
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| Ain’t that a bitch, Ain№t that a bitch
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| Then you feel so out of place
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| Lickin’up the arsenic
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| From the same old lace
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| You know the stuff is poison
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| But you gotta have a taste
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| You gotta
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| Freak out! |
| I’m alone now
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| I feel just like I’m losin’my mind
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| Cause love is like the right dress
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| On the wrong girl
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| You never know what you’re gonna find
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| You think you’re high and fine as wine
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| Then you wind up with your face in the ditch
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| Cause love is like a warm gun
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| On a cold night… yeah
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| Ain’t that a bitch, Ain№t that a bitch |