| Now we both know
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| It’s time to move on
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| We hurt one another
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| When our love is so strong
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| In the end
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| Life wins over love
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| So let’s clap for ourselves
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| Because we’ve had a good run
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| Now what’s love compared to the stress
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| If i’m with the right one shouldn’t I be at my best?
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| She left
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| And that was the last test
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| I said it the last time, but this is our last stretch
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| I can’t run another lap with a partner that can’t pass the baton
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| And a player can’t coach the coach on, am I wrong?
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| Well maybe sometimes
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| But what’s a ride-or-die who won’t follow me through my crimes
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| What’s a ride-or-die who won’t put it all on the line
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| Baby girl you knew the contract before the paper was signed
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| Like you didn’t know I work hard almost all of the time
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| It’s funny to me the same things that make girls come, make them leave
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| No pun intended at all
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| I keep running into walls
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| Withdraw, then feel withdrawals
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| And it feels good to know that I’m human
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| But it hurts worse to know that you abuse it
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| Now we both know
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| It’s time to move on
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| We hurt one another
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| When our love is so strong
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| In the end
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| Life wins over love
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| So let’s clap for ourselves
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| Because we’ve had a good run
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| You copped a ticket out of town at the same time I was bombarded by shoot outs
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| Hood shit and politics, money was looking small a bit
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| Shit got fishy quick and you were the halibut
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| Hallelujah I hollered bitch
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| We couldn’t go to church enough to clean up all our sins
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| And even if we could we would get involved again
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| Fall again
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| What glory is found in being taller than the smallest men
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| I was blessed with the wisdom of King Solomon
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| Coincidentally cursed with the same follies and
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| Numbers of women who would follow him
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| It can be lonely even when so many call you friend
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| We built a tall temple upon a pile of sand
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| Things hardly ever seem to go quite as planned
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| Damn, damn… at least we ran.
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| Now we both know
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| It’s time to move on
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| We hurt one another
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| When our love is so strong
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| In the end
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| Life wins over love
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| So let’s clap for ourselves
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| Because we’ve had a good run |