| Oh, the last time I saw you
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| Was on 7th Avenue
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| You still play the same old games
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| Don’t you?
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| There’s a woman at the bar
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| Body shaped like a guitar
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| Don’t you look her in the eyes
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| She will destroy you
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| And baby, it hurts
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| Baby, it hurts
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| But not as much as it used to
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| Not as much as it used to
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| Baby, it hurts
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| Baby, it hurts
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| But not as much as it used to
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| Not as much as it used to
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| Up in smoke and sweet like brandy
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| Kisses kill but sell like candy
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| I’m dying
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| Daddy, I’m dying
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| Up in smoke and sweet like brandy
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| Kisses kill but sell like candy
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| I’m dying
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| Baby, I’m dying
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| Baby, I’m dying
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| There’s a whisper in the wind
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| Carrying me home again
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| Back to making love at dawn
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| Back to singing these love songs
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| So pour me another drink
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| Let us watch the hours pass
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| Did I ask him for too much?
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| I can’t recall my lover’s touch
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| And baby, it hurts
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| Baby, it hurts
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| But not as much as it used to
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| Not as much as it used to
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| Baby, it hurts
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| Baby, it hurts
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| But not as much as it used to
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| Not as much as it used to
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| Up in smoke and sweet like brandy
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| Kisses kill but sell like candy
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| I’m dying
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| Daddy, I’m dying
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| Up in smoke and sweet like brandy
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| Kisses kill but sell like candy
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| I’m dying
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| Baby, I’m dying
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| Baby, I’m dying |