| In the house where you live
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| With the lights in the basement so dim
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| I pull you aside
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| Just to tell you what I found out tonight
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| All our friends dance and clap
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| And the night seems to go by so fast
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| I can’t take it all in
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| But this feeling I’ve got is building
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| Oh, I can’t write you a good song
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| I never will, never will, never will
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| And this tired old melody is
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| Just for me, just for me, just for me
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| Just for me
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| I’ve never been, never been
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| Quite so evil as I have tonight
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| Oh, my intentions were good
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| But they didn’t come out, come out right
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| And though I know you’re all wrong
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| I can’t help myself from going along
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| With all that ink on your skin
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| Well I’ve never been so interested
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| Oh, I can’t write you a good song
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| I never will, never will, never will
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| And this tired old melody is
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| Just for me, just for me, just for me
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| Just for me
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| Oh I can’t write you a good song
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| I never will, never will, never will
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| And this tired old melody is
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| Just for me, just for me, just for me
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| If I can’t write you a good song well
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| Write your own, write your own, write your own |
| And I’ll listen close to see
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| How you sing all the words about me
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| 'Cause this party will die down
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| All our friend they will dance their way out
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| And we’ll clean up your house
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| And I’ll try not to think much about it
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| And I’ll try |