| Get up, don’t get up
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| I beg you to sit tight
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| Sweet girl, I’ll be a ghost, girl
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| Forget it, I am fine
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| If anything, a witnessing
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| Is all I needed that night
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| Until I get what I’m to get
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| He’ll keep being compelled to flee
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| Until I out his false story
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| He’ll keep playing the guy who leaves
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| Brother, oh, brother
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| Solo you did bust out
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| All I knew was you didn’t invite me
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| So begin seeds of self-doubt
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| There is nothing as harrowing
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| As how I translate facts
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| Until I get what I’m to get
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| He’ll keep being compelled to flee
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| Until I out his false story
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| He’ll keep playing the guy who leaves
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| Baby, oh, partner
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| How well you’ve played this part
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| Similar, oh, how familiar
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| Reluctant truth you impart
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| And how you served necessity
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| Repeat until she sees light
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| Until I get what I’m to get
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| He’ll keep being compelled to flee
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| Until I out his false story
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| He’ll keep playing the guy who leaves
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| Until I get what I’m to get
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| He’ll keep being compelled to flee
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| Until I out his false story
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| He’ll keep playing the guy who leaves |