| Last time we spoke
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| You said you felt nothing for me
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| I said ok, but in my head
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| I was racing
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| Like how could this be?
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| Preach preach preach preach
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| It seemed like you hated women
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| And our story was yet to be written
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| But I had had had enough
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| 'cause you made it tough
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| And you told me
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| That you’re sorry
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| You didn’t come to my show last November
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| Well I’m sorry, I hardly remember
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| The good times, oh the good times
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| But you had lessons to teach
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| Yeah you would always preach
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| Preach preach preach preach
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| You came back, you told me
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| You have regrets, you have your sorrows
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| Will I give you another chance, another tomorrow |