| Before the sun came up I tumbled from her bed
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| Trumbled in the dark, get myself dressed
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| And down the hallway the clock board’s cricking
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| Through the kitchen and up to backdoor
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| Out to drive away and down in the street
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| Where she won’t have to love me no more
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| No, she won’t
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| No, she won’t
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| Something very wrong, it’s never been this grey
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| I can’t believe you’re gone, the sun won’t shine today
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| I want to hate you, I want to hold you
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| Baby, please, come back to me
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| A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around
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| But she’ll be better off without me
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| No, she won’t (No, she won’t)
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| No, she won’t (No, she won’t)
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| I want to hate you, I want to hold you
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| Baby, please, come back to me
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| A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around
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| But she’ll be better off without me
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| Oh, no, she won’t (No, she won’t)
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| No, she won’t (No, she won’t)
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| No, she won’t (You know she won’t)
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| No, she won’t (No, she won’t)
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| No, she won’t (No, she won’t) |