| I got a «Dear John» letter in the mail just the other day
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| I opened it up and there wasn’t much left to say
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| A bus ticket, plane ticket, train ticket
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| There’s about a hundred ways to leave
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| It ain’t her goodbye, it’s her gone that’s killin' me
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| 'Cause I’m here to tell you
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| If I learned one thing about love
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| It ain’t the fall that gets you
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| It’s the sudden stop that does
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| Well I wasn’t gonna take this broken heart laying down
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| So I jumped up, cranked up
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| And headed for the lights of town
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| In a bright red drop-dead tight dress she said
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| «Honey, come on in»
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| And head over high heels, here I go again, haha
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| 'Cause I’m here to tell you
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| If I learned one thing about love
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| It ain’t the fall that gets you
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| It’s the sudden stop that does
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| Woo
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| Red light, green light, seat belt real tight
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| I’m headed straight for the wall
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| Goin' 90 miles an hour, well, I’m gonna risk it all
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| 'Cause I’m here to tell you
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| If I learned one thing about love
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| It ain’t the fall that gets you
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| It’s the sudden stop
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| It ain’t the fall at all
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| It’s that sudden stop
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| It ain’t the fall that gets you
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| It’s the sudden stop, that does |