| I wish you could see me all broken down this way
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| But even if you saw me, baby, I know I still couldn’t make you stay
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| I couldn’t make you stay
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| You know about the high cost of loving, there’s something you’re gonna have to
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| pay
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| You’re gonna have to pay
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| Woman like you needs fine things, woman, knew it right from the start
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| Woman, I don’t have much to offer, baby, just this so broken heart
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| Just this broken heart
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| But if heartaches were nickels, I wouldn’t be here crying in the dark
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| If wine and pills were hundred dollar bills, I might keep you satisfied
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| And if broken dreams wer limousines, oh, you know I might take you for a ride
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| But all I can do is think of you and wish you wre by my side
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| Oh, if heartaches were nickels, then I’d be the richest fool alive
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| Oh, wine and pills were hundred dollar bills, I might keep you satisfied
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| And if broken dreams were limousines, oh, you know I might take you for a ride
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| But all I can do is think of you and wish you were by my side
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| Oh, if heartaches were nickels, then I’d be the richest fool alive
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| Yes, I would
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| I’d be the richest fool alive
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| Oh, yeah
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| Richest fool alive
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| Oh, baby
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| Richest fool alive |