| I seep sourly into the depths of my mind
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| And find my sorriness so very hard to define
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| I got my soul all twisted, tangled in a noose so
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| When the good outweighed the bad, I said
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| «Oh hell, what’s the use?»
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| I keep throwing stones like a child with broken bones
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| And my mother always told me
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| «You gotta leave your bags at the door»
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| But I didn’t wanna talk it through
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| Say things I don’t give a fuck about
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| No, I didn’t wanna be next to you
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| I was feeling sorry for myself
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| And I like, I like, I like, I like my eggs sunny side up
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| Is that a problem with you?
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna live my life without you
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| So baby girl, oh why don’t we slow it down?
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| And don’t go walking away from me, right now
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| So baby girl oh why don’t we slow it down
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| And don’t go walking away yeah
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| From me
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| And oh, call it Lady Marmalade
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| The mellow yellow
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| The way you touched my soul was so damn evil
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| Oh, can you tell me what is that song
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| I heard it playing on the radio
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| But I didn’t wanna talk it through
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| Say things I don’t give a fuck about
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| No, I didn’t wanna be next to you
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| 'Cause I was feeling sorry for myself
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| And I like, I like, I like, I like my eggs sunny side up
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| Is that a problem with you?
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| No, I don’t carry on living my life with a pessimistic view
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| So
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| Baby girl why don’t we
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| Slow it down
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| And don’t go walking away
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| From me, right now, right now
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| So baby girl why don’t we slow it down
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| And don’t go, and don’t go, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t go walking away
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| From me, from me, from me
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| From, from, me |