| And oh, I’d rather be anywhere else, instead.
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| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt
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| That you’ll come back to me.
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| We could work it out, take it to the next round.
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| But I feel sold, dirty love,
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| And I was told that it’s not enough,
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| It’s not enough.
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| All those times you ran away from me,
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| Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me.
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| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt,
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| You give me all I need,
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| We could work it out and take it to the next round.
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| But I feel sold, dirty love,
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| And I was told that it’s not enough,
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| And the streets I roam they gladly love
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| I feel old and I’m tired to try,
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| I’m tired to try.
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| So tired to try.
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| I feel sold, I was told it’s not enough.
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| And I feel sold, dirty love,
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| And I was told that it’s not enough
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| And the streets I roam, they got me hope
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| I feel old and I’m tired to try. |