| See my days are cold without you
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| (Here's another one)
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| (And another one)
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I can’t keep running back to you
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| See my days are cold without you
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| (And another one)
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| (And another one)
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I won’t keep running back to you
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| (And another one, what? What?)
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| I think I found my strength to finally get up and leave
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| No more broken heart for me, no more tellin' your lies to me
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| (And another one)
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| I’m lookin' like I got my head on right so now I see
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| No more givin' you everythin', there’s no more takin' my love from me
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| See my days are cold without you
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| (And another one)
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| (And another one)
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I can’t keep running back to you
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| See my days are cold without you
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| (And another one)
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| (And another one)
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I won’t keep running back to you
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| Glad to wake up every day without you on my brain
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| No more waiting late up at night, no more havin' to fuzz and fight
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| I’m proud to say that I will never make the same mistake
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| (And another one, and another one))
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| No more thinkin' about what you do
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| There’s no more of me runnin' back to you
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| (What, what)
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| See my days are cold without you
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I won’t keep running back to you
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| See my days are cold without you
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| (And another one)
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| (And another one)
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I won’t keep running back to you
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| (What)
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| Some say the X make the sex spectacular
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| Let me lick you from yo neck to yo back
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| Then ya, shiverin', tongue deliverin'
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| Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
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| Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
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| If it’s alright wit' you, we fuckin'
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| (That's cool)
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| Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin' in the park
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| Pissy off Bacardi Dark
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| Remember when I used to play between yo legs
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| You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
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| Straight to yo mother’s bed at the Marriott
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| We be lucky if we find a spot next to yo sister
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| Damn I really miss the way she used to rub my back when I hit that
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| Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
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| Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian
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| Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends
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| You must be used to me cryin'
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| (And another one)
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| While you’re out bumpin' and grindin'
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| But I’m leaving you tonight
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| See my days are cold without you
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| But I’m hurting while I’m with you
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| And though my heart can’t take no more
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| I can’t keep running back to you
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| You must be used to me cryin'
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| (And another one)
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| While you’re out bumpin' and grindin'
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| But I’m leaving you tonight
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| (And another one) |