| I see the bruise, I see the truth
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| I see what he been doin' to you
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| Blood on the shoes, what’s his excuse?
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| He says he’s doing some new kung fu
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| You always use his bullshit excuse
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| But I see what he been doin' to you
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| Why’d you put up with that shit?
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| Why’d you go back for that kiss?
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| Maybe it tastes like him when you’ve got tears on your lips
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| Why’d you put up with that shit?
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| Why don’t we pack and leave this?
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| Why do you smile when he cries?
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| Why do you cry when he wins?
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| Fight for me
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| We can leave, I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees, go to Hawaii
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| Fight for me, say, «We can leave,» I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees
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| Hawa-Hawaii
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| He got balloons, new flowers, too
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| Last one’s dyin' in your bedroom
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| He squeezin' you, blame-blamin' you
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| Mama just usin' her red perfume
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| Domestic bliss
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| I know how bad you wanted it
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| Why’d you put up with that shit?
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| Why’d you go back for that kiss?
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| Maybe it tastes like him when you’ve got tears on your lips
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| Why’d you put up with that shit?
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| Why don’t we pack and leave this?
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| Why do you smile when he cries?
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| Why do you cry when he wins?
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| Fight for me
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| We can leave, I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees, go to Hawaii
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| Fight for me, say, «We can leave,» I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees
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| Hawa-Hawaii
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| My God, I’ll be right in, the trickle of lightnin'
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| I knew before I heard, I felt it in my skin
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| My God, I’ll be right in, the trickle of lightnin'
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| I knew before I heard, I felt it in my skin
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| Fight for me
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| We can leave, I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees, go to Hawaii
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| Fight for me, say, «We can leave,» I’m beggin', please
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| On my-on my knees
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| Hawa-Hawaii |