| So you think I’m something special, like I know a thing or two?
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| Like my eyes don’t ever wander, like my aim is always true?
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| So you think I’m not a dirty rotten scoundrel through and through?
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| Lady, I’ve got news for you
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| So you think that you’re the only one to cry yourself to sleep?
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| That you’re the only one who’s scared they all forget you when you leave?
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| So you think that you’re the only one whose heart is black and blue?
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| Listen, I’ve got news for you, for you
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| I might as well just tell you that it’s true
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| It’s true: listen, I’ve got news for you
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| So you think you don’t need anyone to love you?
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| So you think you don’t need anyone to love?
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| But you do
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| So you say there is no hope. |
| Maybe God is dead and gone
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| So you think that he can’t break a heart that’s harder than a stone?
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| So you feel so wrecked and dirty, he could never make you new?
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| Man, have I got news for you, for you
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| I’m so compelled to tell you that it’s true
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| So true: listen, I’ve got news for you
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| I tell you I’ve got news for you
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| I’ve got good news for you |