| Baby, I think it’s over
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| The end is finally near
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| Don’t wanna talk about it anymore
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| I see it all so clear
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| So pack your bags and move on out
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| There ain’t nothing for you here
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| I think you know it’s over, too
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| So why not disappear?
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| Wait a minute, baby
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| What’s that you say?
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| You really don’t think it’s fair
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| To send you outside into the cold, cold night
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| Oh, you poor, poor girl
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| Well, I don’t really care
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| ‘Cause you’ve been cold to me so long
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| I’m cryin' icicles instead of tears
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| So pack your bags and move on out
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| There ain’t nothin' for you here
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| Baby, I know it’s over
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| I got a last idea
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| Don’t want to leave you empty-handed
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| Well, I agree that wouldn’t be fair
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| Take along a little something to remember me by
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| A little something to show that I cared
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| You take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor, poor girl
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| Take your souvenirs
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| Take my heart, drain it dry
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| I don’t blame you now
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| ‘Cause I know you really tried
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| Take my soul, you can have my mind
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| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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| ‘Cause it’s mine, mine — all mine
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| Take my master
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| You can have my slave
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| When I’m dead and buried alive
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| You can always take my grave
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| Take my body
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| Well, I know you really think it’s fine
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| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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| Because it’s mine, mine — all mine
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| Tell me right now
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| Who’s playing this game
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| And which side do I choose?
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| I’m going down, down
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| And I’m spinning around
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| Is there anyone I can accuse?
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| What are the odds?
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| Or do I win or lose?
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| Oh baby
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| Please, sir, by the way, sir
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| May I be excused?
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| Take my sorrow
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| I’m running out of joy
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| When you’re tired of playing with yourself
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| You can always take my toys
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| Take my baby
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| Show her a real good time
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| You always were a super dad
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| But as a lover you were less than fine
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| Take my jewels
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| Well, I know you love to see them shine
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| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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| Because it’s mine, mine — all mine
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| Tell me right now
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| Who’s playing this game
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| And which side do I choose?
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| I’m going down, down
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| And I’m spinning around
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| Is there anyone I can accuse?
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| What are the odds?
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| Or do I win or lose?
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| Oh baby
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| Please, sir, by the way, sir
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| May I be excused?
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| I don’t wanna play with you no more
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| (I don’t wanna play with you no more)
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| I don’t wanna play with you no more
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| I don’t wanna play with you no more
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| I don’t wanna play with you no more
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| You take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| You take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Step right out, you poor little girl
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| Take your souvenirs
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| Step right out, you poor, poor girl… |