| It looked a lot like the same old thing
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| I’ve seen so many times
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| She was aging fast like a bandit
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| Born to a life of crime
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| Meanwhile he held his crown and watched her fall
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| Just bouncing her around like a rubber ball
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| Through her washed up eyes she could see
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| That the ties on her prince were gone
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| He turned the radio off when they played
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| What he once had called their song
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| Well the crystal didn’t clink but they drink up more
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| And when he stayed out late she knew what he stayed out for
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| Love’s so cold when you’re growing old and your looks are gone
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| Love’s so cold when your hands don’t dance where they once belonged
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| If he’s heading down to the red light and the local bar
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| Love’s so cold when he shoots an arrow through your heart
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| Love’s so cold when he shoots an arrow through your heart
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| Due to natural causes she became distorted and she tried to leave
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| But the winning team had an ace or two up a crooked sleeve
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| For he knew that her age wouldn’t help her get along
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| And that’s what made his hold on her so strong |