| You threw me out the night before last and now you want me back in your
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| Arms again
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| You think I’m a fool, you treat me like dirt, you pull the string and
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| Hope I will be your friend
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| But I know what’s on your mind, and I’d rather be out in the street
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| Without a dime
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| And I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal, I’d rather Beg Borrow and Steal
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| I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal, than go back to you, go back to you
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| Than go back to you, go back to you, than go back to you, go back to
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| You…
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| How long 'dja think I’d hang around pretending not to see the tricks you
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| Pulled on me
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| There’s only so much a man can take before his life turns into a
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| Tragedy. |
| So I’m gettin' out now while I can, cause I don’t want to crawl
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| I want to walk out like a man…
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| And I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal, I’d rather Beg Borrow and Steal
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| I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal, than go back to you, go back to you
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| Than go back to you, go back to you, than go back to you, go back to
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| You…
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| I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal, I’d rather Beg, Borrow and Steal |
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