| Well you never took my heart,
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| When I tried hard to give it to you.
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| And I know you can’t be true,
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| 'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. |
| (Free.)
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| Now I’m lookin' straight at you,
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| An' see you with another man.
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| So I take the shot of whiskey,
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| So I don’t have no regrets.
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| Well, I’ve fallen drunk again:
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| I guess she must have got to me.
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| I don’t need little little woman,
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| Getting upper hand on me.
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| Now I’m lost an' now I’m broke,
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| An' now I ain’t got nothin' to lose.
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| But I still here an' think about,
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| The things we used to do.
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| -Instrumental Break-
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| Walkin' through the crowwded streets,
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| I don’t see no-one carin' for me.
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| That’s all right, I don’t need anyone,
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| Except myself, you see.
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| 'Cause now I’m stronger an' I’m smarter,
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| An' I’m not like I used to be.
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| But I still sit here an' think about,
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| The things you did to me.
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| Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,
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| The things you did to me. |