| She was an alcoholic artist
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| With too much makeup round her eyes
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| And I never knew her real name
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| She was sunbeam wrapped in lies
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| But I love her and I’m sorry
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| And that’s all there is to say
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| It’s like a fairy from the ancient time
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| And I hope it,
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| I hope it stays that way
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| And when I woke up on your kitchen floor
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| With a headache made in hell
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| And the flowers that I gave you
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| Smiled at me from the window pane
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| Then I thought I must be crazy
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| 'Cause I’m feeling kind of good
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| And then when satan helped me up again
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| It was then I,
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| It was then I understood
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| Well I was never meant to be the good boy
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| I was never meant to go to school
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| Well it’s guys like me who get somewhere
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| 'Cause everybody pity a fool
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| Now it’s payback for the rainy days
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| Now it’s no more me and you
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| Well I got mine you got yours babe
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| Now it’s payback
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| Now it’s me against the world
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| Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
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| Oh, it was the last time I forgave you |