| I gave my love everything
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| I tied an old glass heart to a ring
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| But she put it on a shelf
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| And I found it didn’t help anything
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| I gave my love all the time
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| I tied a worn out dress to a rhyme
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| But she left it at the door
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| And I found it on the floor every time
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| And I won’t be making love or taking love
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| Or faking it no more
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| And I won’t be breaking love forsaking love
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| Or taking it no more
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| I gave my love every day
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| I took a dead end road and made a way
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| But she said it wouldn’t work
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| And I found it in reverse anyway
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| And I won’t be making love or taking love
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| Or faking it no more
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| And I won’t be breaking love forsaking love
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| Or taking it no more
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| And I won’t be knocking on love’s door anymore
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| Someday I’m gonna turn it around I know I know
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| I gave my love everything
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| I took a tired song and made it sing
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| But she put it on a shelf
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| And I found it didn’t help anything
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| And I won’t be making love or taking love
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| Or faking it no more
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| And I won’t be breaking love forsaking love
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| Or wasting it no more
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| And I won’t be making love or taking love |
| Or shaking it no more
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| And I won’t be aching love for taking love from me
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| Anymore |