| I spent two nights in K-town, two nights in Brixton
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| Then to my ex’s to see if I missed him
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| Contemplating the wastemen I’m dating
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| And should I cut it out?
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| 'Cause I’m coming to terms with my alter ego
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| Packed my pride and shelved my libido
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| Stopped my searchin', it’s me that I’m hurtin'
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| And there’s no room for doubt
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| I promised myself
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| I’d keep from his help
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| Don’t need no one else
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| Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin'
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| Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him
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| Runnin' circles with no shame
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| (With no shame, with no shame)
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| But always comin' home to no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-thin'
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| So then I’m runnin' through East Street with emotional baggage
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| Asked a man if he’d give me a hand please
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| Holds it up and says, «Where is this weight from?»
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| Told him it’s years of accepting the cheap love
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| Little did I know he was a veteran
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| Little did I know he’d find my hand again
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| Chasin' up the South with some cherry wine
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| It’s looking like there’s something in the air tonight
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| I promised myself
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| I’d keep from his help
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| Don’t need no one else
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| Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin'
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| Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him
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| Runnin' circles with no shame
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| (With no shame, with no shame)
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| But always comin' home to no-thin'
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| Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin'
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| Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him
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| Runnin' circles with no shame
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| (With no shame, with no shame)
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| But always comin' home to no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-thin'
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| Runnin' circles with no shame
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| (With no shame, with no shame)
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| But always comin' home to no-thin' |