| Seeing you…
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| remainds me of an old guitar
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| hearing you…
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| I wonder how it went that far
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| oh well, you been playing to long
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| and I have heard the same old song.
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| Oh, yeah
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| Thinking of you…
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| I´m blessed if I could shut my mind
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| looking at you…
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| I think I might as well be blind
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| oh well you are out of tune
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| you better scram before I crack upon
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| The only good thing you have done
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| is that you really taught me a lesson
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| I think I´ll take my love to someone else
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| to fix my succession…
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| And now you better take your things
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| and beat it, girl!
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| you better try your wings
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| and beat it, girl!
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| oh yeah yeah yeah
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| you better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it,
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| beat it, beat it, beat it, girl
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| you better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it,
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| beat it, beat it, beat it, girl
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| you better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it,
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| beat it, beat it, beat it, girl |