| Damn the way you made me love you
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| When you were born it must have touched you
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| Damn the way you made me dream about you every night
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| Damn the way you made me want you
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| I am tired, always thinking of you
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| Damn the way you made me lose my breath
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| You know it just ain’t right
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| Now you pack your things
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| And played my heart again anyway you can
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| In another life it could be Paradise
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| But you don’t really give a damn!
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| You don’t give a damn!
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| Damn the way you keep me coming
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| Night and day you make me feel like something
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| Damn the way you got me back
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| Now I’m thinking deep
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| Now you pack your things
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| And played my heart again anyway you can
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| In another life it could be paradise
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| But you don’t really give a damn!
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| Now you pack your things
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| And played my heart again anyway you can
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| In another life it could be Paradise
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| But you don’t really give a damn!
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| Now you pack your things
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| And played my heart again anyway you can
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| In another life it could be Paradise
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| But you don’t really give a damn! |