| Lay a hand full of marked cards
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| I played the last game
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| Well, all the time you know
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| That everybody’s doin' the same
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| Ain’t it cruel, now, baby
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| How life is full of such shame? |
| But
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| Nevertheless, I can’t keep myself from lovin' you, no
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| Nevertheless, I can’t keep myself from lovin you, (naw/no)
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| With that loaded gun you seem to
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| Have so much fun
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| Scarin' hell outta people that you
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| Claim you love
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| Cannot find no reason why you’re
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| Doin' the things you do
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| Well, I get so tired of makin' reservations for you
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| And even my good friends call me
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| Make me feel the fool
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| But then I find no reason why you’re
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| Doin' the things you do |