| I’m tired of losing, I used to win every night of the week
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| Back when sex and amphetamines
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| Were the staples of our childhood physique
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| You used to tell me we’d turn into something
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| You said life was much better than this
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| Oh, but the closest I’ve come
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| To perfection is when you turned around
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| To steel a kiss
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| Oh, but you never trusted tomorrow
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| Baby is that anyway to live your life?
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| You love the heart of my sixstring, honey
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| But it’s been outta tune for some time
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| I love so many women,
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| So many women love driving me wild
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| Yeah, they say «hey, you, get lost!»
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| In complexion and structure of a well placed smile
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| But, baby, you, you never smile
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| It looks better that way
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| Oh, ha, ha
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| Oh, ha, ha, ha
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| Ooooo
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| Looks better that way
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| But you never trusted tomorrow
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| Yeah, well, that’s just a problem of mine
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| Been thrown around, tried some bad ones
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| Honey, oh, and the good ones is a new thing this time
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| Oh, but you showed me I couldn’t be farther
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| From the truth of the problem at hand
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| Yeah, I could never say «baby, tomorrow,
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| Oh, I’ll be right there!»
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| I’ll be your man!
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| I’ll be your man! |