| Hold my love, go on and give it all back babe
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| Said and done, no it ain’t enough to last babe
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| You got your lips in the mirrors
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| Got your boys, I can hear you when you say
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| That you wanna have fun
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| I got a quick trigger finger
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| Pull it back in the barrel
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| I don’t wanna be the only one
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| A good guy girl, you got me hanging in the backstage
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| I’m so tired darling, just carrying the dead weight
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| Jesus Christ
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| Don’t believe it when you say
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| That your love is strong
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| But I’m not a fortune teller
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| forever
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| Guess I shoulda known it all along
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| All this time I didn’t pay no mind
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| To the song playing in my brain
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it die
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| Hold my love, go on and give it all back babe
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| Hold my hand, the change will leave good taste
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| One step, two step
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| Bet you wonder how you’re gonna make it
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| as a cheater
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| Baby girl you’re a healer
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| For a child who’s been left in chains
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| And if you think enough to claim true love
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| Then your foolish hard is what’s to blame
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it die
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it die
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| (I'm gonna let it…)
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| (I'm gonna let it…)
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| (I'm gonna let it…)
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| (I'm gonna let it…)
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it die
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it…
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| I’m gonna let it die |