| And if I had a feeling and I liked it alot
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| I’d spread my lovin' all around
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| ‘Cause I know ya got a place to stay
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| Oh, you gotta run away
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| Until that break of day
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| Say, baby, I can’t love you if they say you’re a whore
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| I don’t need your pimp daddy crackin' down my door
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| And if you try to infer which your losin' the hand
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| 'Cause I’m the only one whose tough enough to stand
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| If you listen to my story
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| Said, it’s standing plain and true
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| Can you see with one eye open?
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| Even though its just the two of us to stay
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| I can’t believe that you don’t b-load every day
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| Don’t try and fake it, 'cause you know it’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| Whoa, whoa, it’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| People try to tell you that you’re something you’re not
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| ‘Cause everybody wants to be the one with the shots in the head
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| Don’t you know the living dread?
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| But, baby, one more time
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| Say, baby, don’t you know when its time to get back?
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| And if you listen to me closely, then we’ll stay on track
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| Around, around and around she goes
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| Until we tied her up, down, from her head to her toes
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| If you listen to the calling of
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| The generation gap
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| Never put it all together
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| Like were stepping right back behind the page
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| I can’t pretend that we don’t b-load every day
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| Don’t try and fake it, 'cause you know it’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| Whoa, whoa, it’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| It’s not me
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| Well, I know
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| This shit ain’t right
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| You can count on me puttin' up a fight
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| But I’m seein' you here, and I’m seein' you there
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| I see that you don’t give a damn about me |