| Home is where the heart is she says
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| Well then how can I just get her outta my head?
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| Isolated and I’d rather be dead
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| than just hanging on to something I’ll regret
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| She’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
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| Better cut her off from all this anger
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| before she runs a muck over my heart
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| Save this last dance for me and take me back to things
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| I never got a chance to see over time:
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| Thank God this is goodbye
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| Frustrated, overrated; |
| take my hand and call it hatred
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| You’re the one, you’re the one for me Bottled up my feelings all for nothing and I can’t take it Let me out, get her outta my head
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| Everything she said were lies; |
| the way she moved, so dead inside
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| And everything we ever had is over
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| Everything she said were lies; |
| the way she looked, so teary-eyed
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| And everything we ever had is over:
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| And this time, we’re through
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| 'Cause she’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
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| Better cut her off from all this anger
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| before she runs a muck over my heart
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| Save this last dance for me and take me back to things
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| I never got a chance to see over time:
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| Thank God this is goodbye |