| Walk of shame
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| What a thing to be called, what a name
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| It ain’t right
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| It ain’t true on this beautiful day
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| 'Cause there’s a soul that’s in my heart
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| And it’s started from the moment
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| I departed from your bedside, I know
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| I tried to go without you knowing I had gone
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| Oh my god
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| What a night, thanks, thanks a lot
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| There’s a pride
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| In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop
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| And though I look a little rough
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| Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff
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| I can’t complain
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| This ain’t the walk of shame
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| I said last night to you a morning
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| A morning for which I could not be late
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| You said that you appreciate the warning
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| You poured me so more wine
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| And said then there’s no time to waste
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| And although
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| It’s a pain that th train’s running slow
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| I don’t care
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| They can wait, the don’t know
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| That thre’s a smile on my face
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| From this melody you made
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| So fuck the way that people talk
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| Fuck my nine to five o’clock
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| I can say that this ain’t walk of shame |