| Clara: I feel sad
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| Bessie: You feel blue
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| Clara: I can hardly sleep at night
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| Bessie: For your man was sore all the time
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| Clara: And I know I didn’t treat him right
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| Bessie: You’re going back to your first love
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| Clara: 'Cause a good man is hard to find
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| Bessie: I say you’ll have such a grand good man
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| Clara: Believe me he is sure on my mind
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| Clara: I’m going back
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| Bessie: Yeah, you carrying it on back
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| Clara: I’m going back to my used to be
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| Bessie: You’re going back
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| Clara: I’m going back, 'cause my man was sure good to me
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| When last winter when times was rough
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| Bessie: Look out there, Clara,
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| Clara: You know your man was in the pool yard
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| Strutting his stuff
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| I’m going back
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| Bessie: Clara, you say you’re going back
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| I’m going back to my used to be
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| Bessie: And it’s this morning
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| Clara: Back to my used to be
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| Bessie: What can you use him for
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| Clara: Crazy about my used to be
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| Bessie: He ain’t good-looking
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| Clara: I love my used to be |