| Played from the bottom of your heart
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| That is why it is so sad
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| Are we supposed to listen to when
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| When your loving becomes fine art
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| And when something really hits you
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| You strum your guitar
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| And you write another song
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| About your girlfriend and her bed
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| Or you write another song
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| About a woman that you met at a bar
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| Sung from the bottom of your heart
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| Well, I have to say I’m sorry
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| I didn’t realise how empty it was
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| When the World War starts
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| Relieved by the fame that saves you
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| You see your chance
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| And you write another song
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| About your girlfriend and her bed
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| Or you write another song
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| About a woman that you met at a bar
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| And you call her «baby»
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| And you call her «honey», too
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| And you call her «baby»
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| And you call her «honey», too
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| Then you write another song
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| About your girlfriend and her bed
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| And you write another song
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| About a woman that you met at a bar |