| My better half
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| Just makes me laugh
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| The way she galavants about
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| With men’s cologne
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| Can’t be alone
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| Can’t stand that I must roam well
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| She says
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| «Why have you changed?»
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| Response is always the same
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| She wonders about change
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| Always in a jealous rage
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| C’mon baby let’s separate
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| C’mon baby let’s separate
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| I’ve paid my dues
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| You’re making plays
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| I’d do anything to get away
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| I’d do anything to get away
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| Don’t put me on the farm, my dear
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| You’re losing all your charm out here
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| If ever there’s a part of me that wants to leave
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| Next act is a tragedy
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| Now she’s drinking anything at hand
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| To see if I can understand
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| The sudden pangs of summers past
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| How can I forget?
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| All bets were hedged on you
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| Cashed in for regret well
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| She said
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| «Why have you changed?»
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| Response is always the same
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| She wonders about change
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| And how divided are the days
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| Now that we’re alone
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| The knives are coming out
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| C’mon baby let’s separate
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| C’mon baby let’s separate
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| I’ve paid my dues
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| You’re making plays
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| I’d do anything to get away
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| I’d do anything to get away
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| Some day you’ll see just how I laugh
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| Some day you’ll see just how I catastrophe
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| Catastrophe
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| Catastra. |
| .
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| Fear |