| I had the key to heaven when we married
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| And for a while I brought you happiness
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| But now your love for me is dead and buried
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| And every night you share another’s kiss
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| And I’d rather be the one you slip around with
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| Than be the one whose dream of love is gone
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| Yes I’d rather be the one you spend your time with
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| Than be the one at home all alone
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| Deep down inside I know that I should leave you
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| How many tears must fall before I learn
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| I think of many ways that I could grieve you
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| And yet I’m always here when you return
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| But I’d rather be the one you slip around with
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| Than be the one whose dream of love is gone
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| Yes I’d rather be the one you spend your time with
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| Than be the one at home all alone |