| I broke my back trying to fight this.
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| I will break my own heart
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| Home I will go,
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| Alone I will be,
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| That’s the life for me.
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| Oh yeah,
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| that’s the life for me.
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| I think I do, but I don’t.
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| Oh, and
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| He thinks he will, but he wont.
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| Maybe he’ll paint me.
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| Maybe I will write for him,
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| and maybe we might…
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| oh yeah,
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| maybe we might.
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| How many call themselves lovers,
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| When really, they’re creatures of the night?
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| Ohh, and I only do this
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| In my selfish skin
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| Just to feel alive.
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| Oh yeah,
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| Just to feel alive.
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| Oh and I went home with a winner
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| Oh and he went home with (?)
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| Wrapped himself around me
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| I nearly died
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| That’s the life for me
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| Oh yeah,
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| That’s the life for me.
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| How many call themselves lovers,
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| When really, they’re creatures of the night?
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| Ohh, and I only do this
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| In my selfish skin
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| Just to feel alive.
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| Oh yeah,
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| Just to feel alive.
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| Oh yeah, just to feel alive.
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| Oh yeah, just to feel alive. |