| My baby don’t know me anymore
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| The last time I spoke on the phone I got a shock
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| She’s living life over there
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| Living life on a subway
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| And my baby don’t love me no more
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| Oh it hurts but atleast now I’m sure
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| She never coming back
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| And life ain’t a fairy tale
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| Hey my love, don’t let her love slip away
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| How could we be nothing?
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| Hey my love, oh love you’re far far away
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| Don’t let us be nothing
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| My baby’s gotta play that show
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| But she says I don’t feel it any more
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| Hanging on the silver screen
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| Get a star on the boulevard
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| But I need the woman in you
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| No I know seeing the way that you do
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| Living life station to station
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| Feeling blue in my
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| You can try asking Whitney by then
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| Alone in the bathtub with a pop in the crack
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| Things are just the same for the king and queen
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| But you all can crush him on the silver screen
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| Bloated and empty, they all had a crack
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| Smaller and empty on a single heart attack
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| Living life station to station
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| It ain’t no fairy tale
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| But we used to have something
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| Now we got nothing
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| How could we ever be nothing?
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| Hey my love, don’t let her love slip away
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| How could we be nothing?
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| Hey my love, oh love you’re far far away
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| Don’t let us be nothing
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| Hey my love, now you’re far far away
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| Don’t let us be nothing |