| I got good news, Sadie
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| I got bad news too
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| I got a loose heart, baby
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| And I got things that I shouldn’t start
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| The one I tell first
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| Shouldn’t make the others worse
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| That’s the story of me loving you
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| I got things I should say, Sadie
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| Words of weary sadness too
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| I got lost along the way, baby
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| And I can’t get back to me being new
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| The one I tell first
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| Shouldn’t make the others worse
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| That’s the story of me loving you
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| And if you find never me mind
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| Read the news line by line
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| Gone for reasons that make leaving
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| Not easy to define
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| I got a new girl, Sadie
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| Sometimes she looks like you
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| I can’t seem to call her baby
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| Cause calling her that won’t make it true
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| The one I tell first
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| Shouldn’t make the others worse
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| That’s the story of me loving you
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| And if you find never me mind
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| Read the news line by line
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| Gone for reasons that make leaving
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| Not easy to define
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| The one I tell first
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| Shouldn’t make the others worse
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| That’s the story of me loving you |