| Now my eyes are wide open
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| Now that every thing’s been stolen
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| And I’m here to get it back from you
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| See I ain’t wasting no more time
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| Gotta take back whats mine
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| What else am i suppose to do
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| Here I am
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| With my heart on the floor
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| And my love out the door
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| You should be knocking
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| But there it goes
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| I got nothing to show for
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| Except pictures i posed for
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| But i keep them in a box under my bed
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| I told you time and again
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| That you’d never win
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| I told you time and again
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| But you keep doing the same old things
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| When i thought you would change
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| I told you time and again
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| Here i am
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| With my heart on the floor
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| And my love out the door
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| You should be knocking
|
| But there it goes
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| I got nothing to show for
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| Except pictures i posed for
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| But i keep them in a box under my bed
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| Oh, ooooo, oh oh
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| Ooooo, oh oh
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| Ooooo, oh oh
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| Oh, ooooo, oh oh
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| Ooooo, oh oh
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| Ooooo, oh oh
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| Here i am
|
| With my heart on the floor
|
| And my love out the door
|
| There it goes
|
| I got nothing to show for
|
| Except the pictures i posed for
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| Oh, ooooo, oh oh
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| Ooooo, oh oh
|
| Ooooo, oh oh
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| Here i am
|
| With my heart on the floor
|
| And my love out the door
|
| You should be knocking
|
| But there it goes
|
| I got nothing to show for
|
| Except pictures i posed for
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| But i keep them in a box under my bed |