| Talking about the last night
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| Thinking about the next show
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| You can stick around but I ain’t gonna go
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| Maybe you’re proud bout the games
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| You’ve been teaching
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| But you shouldn’t be preaching
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| There’s too much you don’t know
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| You’re a backstreet crawler
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| Nothing left to the eye
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| Won’t ya move out of here
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| Baby, lay down and die
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| I ain’t no starter
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| When it comes to makin love
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| But when our hearts got parted
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| «and the grace from above»
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| You should of thought harder
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| For the damage was done
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| But if you’re gonna have your fun
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| I’ll let ya think that you’re one
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| I still love you baby
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| Though I know it ain’t wise
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| But still the tears fear my eyes
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| Baby, lay down and die!
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| Oh my oh my!!!
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| Talking about the last night
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| Thinking about the next show
|
| You can stick around but I ain’t gonna go
|
| Maybe you’re proud bout the games
|
| You’ve been teaching
|
| But you shouldn’t be preaching
|
| There’s too much you don’t know
|
| You’re a backstreet crawler
|
| Nothing left to the eye
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| Won’t ya move out of here
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| Baby, lay down and die |