| Why do you smile and walk away?
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| That´s what I said
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| You´re an empty blood transfusion
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| And by the road I read a note, it says:
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| «What´s good is gone»
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| Now I´ll be your hand to hang on
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| Oh, you know me well
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| And it´s clear that I can tell
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| We´ve got a hot wind coming
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| And oh, you know me well
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| And it´s clear that I can tell
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| You´re gonna leave me hanging on
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| Then let go
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| Leave nothing out, you´ve got it all
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| Two steps, a dance
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| A shrug, a handsome come-on
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| Now, how come it´s me that has to go
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| When it was me that made it so
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| My throat is aching full of
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| Meant rights and done wrongs
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| Oh, you know me well
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| And it´s clear that I can tell
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| We´ve got a hot wind coming
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| And oh, you know me well
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| And it´s clear that I can tell
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| You´re gonna leave me hanging on
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| Then let go
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| I don´t think it´s good that they all know
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| And I don´t find the sense in making sure all good´s gone
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| See this pretty face, well that´s the way it stays
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| So go on find whatever gets you on
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| Oh, you know me well
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| And it´s clear that I can tell
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| You know me well
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| And it´s clear |