| One last time from Freddy’s joint
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| We drove out to lover’s point
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| Shared our last kiss eye to eye
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| Spoke of tender times long past
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| Said they weren’t meant to last
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| Too many different dreams to satisfy
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| She wants
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| New shoulders to cry on
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| New backseats to lie on
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| And she always gets her way
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| She wants to see other guys
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| Get lost in other eyes
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| Baby’s in the black books
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| Yes she’s in the black books today
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| I’ve yet to find a dreary bar
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| Where whispers don’t drift from afar
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| About her wild and wicked ways
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| The hardest truths don’t have a why
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| Often true love will just die
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| And leave a grief to haunt
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| The lonely nights and days
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| She wants
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| New shoulders to cry on
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| New backseats to lie on
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| And she always gets her way
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| She wants to hurt other guys
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| Put tears in other eyes
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| Baby’s in the black books
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| Yes she’s in the black books today
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| She wants to hurt other guys
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| Put tears in other eyes
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| Baby’s in the black books
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| Yes she’s in the black books today |