| For a self-professed lover, romanticist at heart
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| I wasted less than no time at all
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| Tying the knot
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| Dying to not rot
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| But I’m no sentimentalist
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| Was a self-confessed tyro, so rational so far
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| Such a dumb way to get what you want
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| Loved you a lot, loved you a whole lot
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| But I’m no sentimentalist
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| Don’t I know you, my love?
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| Don’t I know you, my love?
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| You can ask me again, but you may never know
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| I’ll be damned if I fight
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| I’ll be damned if I don’t
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| In the end, would it count?
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| Don’t you know me, my love?
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| Don’t you know me, my love?
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| I may ask you again, but you may never know
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| I’ll be damned if I fight
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| I’ll be damned if I don’t
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| For a final farewell before everything falls down
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| You wasted less than no time at all
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| On a table for eight you set for a trio
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| You were no sentimentalist
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| Sought a mock independence, irrational and harsh
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| Such a sad way to get what you want
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| Love be the hurt and the consoler
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| But I’m no sentimentalist
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| Don’t I know you, my love?
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| Don’t I know you, my love?
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| You can ask me again, how the hell should I know?
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| I’ll be damned if I fight
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| I’ll be damned if I don’t
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| In the end, would it count?
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| Don’t you know me, my love?
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| Don’t you know me, my love?
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| I may ask you again, but you may never know
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| I’ll be damned if I fight
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| I’ll be damned if I don’t |