| Your tender-eyes me with those baby browns,
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| 'till I can’t get around.
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| The fact that I still love you
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| and I’m not supposed to,
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| this is supposed to be over.
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| I’m not supposed to care.
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| I wanted not to but you don’t always do what’s best for you.
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| I no wanted to but you don’t always do what’s best for you.
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| What’s best for you.
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| Was your first name «lover»,
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| was your second «nomore».
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| What the hell were we lovers for
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| just to end up this way?
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| Now I feel that I can’t go forward
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| and I can’t go back.
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| And I wanted to but you don’t always do what’s best for you.
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| And I wanted to but you don’t always do what’s best for you,
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| what’s best for you.
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| I curl up inside when I remember
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| all the times I was weak
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| and the drinks seem to fly
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| by like all passing years,
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| buying dear and selling cheap,
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| oh, selling cheap.
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| (solo)
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| You tried to make me so jealous,
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| I resented your point of view.
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| I wanted not to but you don’t always do what’s best for you.
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| And I wanted to but you don’t always do,
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| you don’t always do,
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| what’s best for you.
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| And I wanted to but you don’t always do,
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| you don’t always do,
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| what’s best for you. |