| This time I’m leaving, don’t stand in my way
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| This time I’m leaving you, baby, ain’t nothing you can say
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| Been plenty of time for talking, that time gone passed and gone
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| Somebody gotta make a move even if it’s wrong
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| You look so surprised, now how can this be?
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| After all these years, you don’t really know me
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| Yes, and never saw it coming, I guess that now says it all
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| Lord, a blind man could’ve seen the writing on these walls
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| You gave me too much room, to think things through
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| When I found myself, there wasn’t room for you
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| God knows I might regret it, but I won’t know till I’m gone
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| Somebody gotta make a move even if it’s wrong
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| And so goodbye baby, baby bye-bye
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| I want to try to make a dime in New Orleans, 'fore I change my mind
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| God knows I might regret it, but I won’t know till I’m gone
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| Somebody gotta make a move even if it’s wrong
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| Somebody gotta make a move even if it’s wrong |