| Starin' back at a room full of strange faces
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| I sense another welcome worn thin
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| A bartender sayin' «son take it outside»
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| «take it out the door you brought it in»
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| He said, he don’t wanna hear about my problem
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| Or why I think I got it so tough
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| He said guys like me come a dime a dozen
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| That my only problem is knowin' when I’ve had enough
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| (but) how can I have too much?
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| How can I have to much of somethin' I can’t get enough of?
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| You said it so well in your letter baby
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| You gave me every reason why
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| Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye
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| Well here’s to the good times
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| Here’s to the way we were
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| Here’s to how you tried to be my lover
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| 'till disaster struck
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| Now you wanna be a friend and tell me
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| I’m a man who simply needs too much
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| But how can I have too much? |