| Something 'bout that Sunday morning
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| And something 'bout doin' what I’ve done
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| I didn’t know I was ended
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| But how it yet begun
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| Oh oh
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| And when I look back
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| I’ve should have known
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| The facts were there and they were played
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| Now I don’t deserve anything
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| No nothing but the blame
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| Yeah
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| And 'bout the time oh I knew I loved you
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| Was 'bout the last time you felt that way
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| And 'bout the time I saw stars above you
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| Was round the last time you felt the same
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| And now you’ll never know how much I love you
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| Yet I hurt you just the same
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| And I, I don’t deserve anything
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| No, nothing but the blame
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| Yeah
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| And 'bout the time oh I knew I loved you
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| Was 'bout the last time you felt that way
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| And 'bout the time I saw stars above you
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| Was round the last time you felt the same
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Seems you’ll never know how much I love you
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| And yet I hurt you just the same
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| Oh I don’t deserve anything
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| No nothing but the blame
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| I don’t deserve anything
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| No nothing but the blame |