| I like to be on my own
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| Oh, I can sense where the hell you go
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| I forget my place in my home
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| She goes to tears thinking I am not hers when Im gone
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| Oh, when I’m gone
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| Well, she has a place on the road
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| I think I said too much again
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| I loved you much too much to think of us as friends
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| You think I brush you off like you make no difference
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| Can’t do the damn thing, yeah yeah
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| You start again
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| She likes to be all on her own
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| when she tears through town
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| Shes all weighed down
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| Well, he goes a fix thinking she is respect his home
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| He drinks on his own
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| Well, dont get Cobain, dont get too carried away
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| I think Ive said too much again
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| You like me better this way
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| And I know I’m bad
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| Baby, you good, do you bad
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| Love is a thing of the past
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| Funny how none of them last
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| Still, you think about it way too much
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| And I talk about you way too much
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| Killing me slow, drinking way too much
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| And you put the weight on me way too much
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| I think I said too much again
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| I loved you much too much to think of us as friends
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| You think I brush you off like you make no difference
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| Can’t do the damn thing, yeah yeah
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| You start again
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| I think I said too much again
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| I loved you much too much to think of us as friends
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| You think I brush you off like you make no difference
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| Can’t do the damn thing, yeah yeah
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| You start again |