| The reason my love
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| My priorities got so fucked up
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| And I’m sorry that I lead you to believe
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| You don’t mean that much to me
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| 'Cause you do, and I care, and I’d do anything
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| But I’m out on a limb here
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| And you’re just sitting there
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| Smoking your thin-lipped, lady-sized cigarettes
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| And laughing
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| I just want you too, believe me
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| And to believe in me
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| Believe in me
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| But I know hurt ain’t what you mean
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| And I say there is a fine line
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| Between love and trust
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| And believing the things that we must believe in
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| But don’t forget about all the little things
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| That mean so much to someone like me
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| I just want you too, believe me
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| And to believe in me
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| Believe in me
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| I know hurt ain’t what you mean
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| I say there is a fine line
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| Between love and trust
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| And believing the things that we must believe in
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| So don’t forget about all the little things
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| That might mean so much to someone like me
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| And I know that it’s only skin deep
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| But I know how deep that can be-
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| 'Cause you tell me
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| And I just want you to believe in me
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| That’s the reason my love. |