| Empty pockets and a broken hearts
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| That’s what you get when lovers part
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| You take your money and you beg your kids
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| With your worries and worn out face
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| They don’t want to have you around
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| You don’t like the friends that she found
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| You’ll be on your own tonight
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| It’ll be alright
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| Cause your closing the pages of your history book
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| And the last one says that you’ve run out of luck
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| But she can’t sew and you can’t cook
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| So the time has come to get you off the hook
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| No money and you’ve got less sense
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| Always sitting up on a fence
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| Someday baby you’ll make up your mind
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| And you’ll be surprised at what you find
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| They don’t want to have you around
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| You don’t like the friends that she found
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| You’ll be on your own tonight
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| It’ll be alright
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| Cause your closing the pages of your history book
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| And the last one says that you’ve run out of luck
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| But she can’t sew and you can’t cook
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| So the time has come to get you off the hook
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| Get you off the hook
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| Bad news and there making head
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| Trying to forget the things you’ve said
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| You get up later everyday
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| Functioning the same old way
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| They don’t want to have you around
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| You don’t like the friends that she found
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| You’ll be on your own tonight
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| It’ll be alright
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| Cause your closing the pages of your history book
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| And the last one says that you’ve run out of luck
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| But she can’t sew and you can’t cook
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| So the time has come to get you off the hook
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| Get you off the hook |