| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been dragged around so long
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| I’ve been begging, «please»
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| Give your love to me some more
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| You got battle scars
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| Stripped across your heart
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| You know it’s plain to see
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| You can’t have my number
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| But you can have the rest of me
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| Tell me, sweetheart
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| Do you fall apart, sometimes?
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| And when she walks away
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| Do you try to say you’re fine?
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| And if you ever need a friend
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| If you ever need a little company
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| You can take up all of my time
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| But you can’t take the rest of me
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| But you can send me flowers everyday
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| And never look at me the way
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| That other lovers often sometimes do
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| You can promise me you’ll never leave me
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| Spend a lifetime trying to please me
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| But feelings are foreign to you
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| You know someday
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| When you’re old and gray, you’ll see
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| You can have everything
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| But you can’t keep it under lock and key
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| And if you ever need a friend
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| If you ever need a little sympathy
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| You can take all I have to give
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| But you can’t take the rest of me
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| But you can send me flowers everyday
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| And never look at me the way
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| That other lovers often sometimes do
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| You can promise me you’ll never leave me
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| Spend a lifetime trying to please me
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| Feelings are foreign to you
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| You know someday
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| When you’re old and gray, you’ll see
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| You can have everything
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| But you can’t keep it under lock and key
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| And if you ever need a friend
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| If you ever need a little sympathy
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| You can take all I have to give
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| But you can’t have the rest of me
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| The best of me
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| The best of me
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| The best of me
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| You can take all that I have to give
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| But you can’t have the rest of me |