| You’ve taken my spirit
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| But I’ve been breakin your back
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| It’s a hard time to be alive
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| You can’t dream with no sleep
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| And you’ve been stayin out late
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| Tell me old lover do ya think we’re gonna be ok?
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| I don’t really wanna see ya go
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| My pretty feather I can be your hold
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| A bed gets lonely when ya sleep alone, I know
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| It’s the season of the dancing king
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| Be a lady it’s a bit less mean if ya
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| Speak your mind when your conscience seeks the same
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| I can’t help but think about it
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| How you been holdin his hand
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| Claimin true love when you’re promised to another man
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| Well I’d admit that I still love you
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| But I don’t need another maid
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| Touchin on my babies
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| Stealin covers when I’m old and grey
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| I don’t really wanna see ya go
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| My pretty feather I can be your hold
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| A bed gets lonely when ya sleep alone, I know
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| It’s the season of the dancing king
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| Be a lady it’s a bit less mean if ya
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| Speak your mind when your conscience seeks the same
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| I can see the future comin
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| It’s a blank white page
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| Start again from nothing just to build the same goddamn cage
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| You can’t keep your past from bein'
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| But you can hold the pain
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| While I’m living with the ghost of a woman
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| That don’t feel the same way |