| Stop thinking now
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| Quit second guessing all your failed relations
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| With your would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, maybe
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| Might have been, I’ll show you how
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| Send your feelings out for lubrication
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| Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again
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| She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar
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| But if you could just get mad, you’d be better off by far
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| What you want is taken, what you need is better circulation
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| Work that heavy heart and get it light again
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| Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness, apprehension
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| That if she could read your mind she’d see
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| Just how it ought to be but she’s read it all by now
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| And your style don’t get a grip on her attention
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| She ain’t in your state of mind and she don’t want to be
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| You think if she’d just talk, you could explain it all
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| She’d be polite but all night, she’s been hoping you won’t call
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| She’ll, it’s all her fault, she’ll always be your friend
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| Plus loads of shit, too dumb to mention
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| I’ve been that road and it’s paved with good intentions
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| Well, it’s hard to believe
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| But I’m telling you your heart would soon recover
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| But you don’t want it to, you love this aching agony
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| 'Cause it’s noble, but it’s true
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| You won’t forsake this pain for other lovers
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| Happiness would fill your mind with misery
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| Time will wound all heels and it ain’t pretty
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| With any luck at all, she’ll find some dope that you can pity
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| Your loss is measured in illusions
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| And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence
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| And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence
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| Your winsome smile, your winsome smile
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| Will lose some of its innocence |