| Baby I no longer wanna be, just a thorn in your side
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| Tell me what you gave me baby, and I will give you back
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| The troubles you gave me, gonna wrap em' up in a box
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| Tie em' up with string, send em' back to you
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| They no longer mean a thing to me
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| Better get used to bein' my used to be
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| Baby I no longer wanna be, just a cushion for your pride
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| Here’s my fastback baby, this man’s got a ride away
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| Before you make me change my mind
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| I’ll be gone before you notice, that I’m not around
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| You’ll look everywhere baby, but I just won’t be found
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| Better get used to bein' my used to be
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| I used to be the hands of your clock baby
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| But I always knew in time
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| I’d no longer be the key to your lock baby
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| And you would change your mind
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| Owww…
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| I used to be the hands of your clock baby
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| But I always knew in time
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| I’d no longer be the key to your lock baby
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| And you would suddenly change your mind
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| Owww…
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| Baby I remember a time when you, really used to try
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| But now-a-days baby, you can’t even look me in the eye
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| Your love is drifting with the tide
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| Well I ain’t gonna blame you, if you ain’t gonna blame me
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| I’ll just move on down, I’m sure that you’ll agree
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| Better get used to bein' my used to be
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| Well I ain’t gonna blame you, if you ain’t gonna blame me
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| I’ll just move on down the line, I’m sure that you’ll agree
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| Better get used to bein' my used to be |