| Its over
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| I know that
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| I knew that before it even was
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| I know dead love
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| Doesn’t grow back
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| But my naive advisers swear it does
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| I’m not the only fool around
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| Who’s been a slave to a hint of meaning
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| Once you start to fool around I have direction
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| I have desperate leaning
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| Oh oh, feeling like I’m seeing things…
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| It’s not my fault, I love you so
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| It wasn’t my wish for you to let me go
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| I promise that I’ll try to keep this cool
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| Tell me though, must you be so Beautiful?
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| Your lover
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| How is he?
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| Does he do it just the way you want to?
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| What happens when he’s busy?
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| Do you get lonely when he doesn’t want you?
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| It drives me crazy when you tell me that you really wanna be
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| Just my chum…
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| Ive got a bottle fully of healthy dripping love and you won’t even try some
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| Oh oh, quick, phone the asylum
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| It’s not my fault, I love you so
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| It wasn’t my wish for you to let me go
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| I promise that I’ll try to keep this cool
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| Tell me though, must you be so Beautiful?
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| I can handle your sweet voice
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| On the telephone line
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| I can handle your beat choice
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| To leave me alone, Fine!
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| I can handle the fact you said you’d found me rather dull
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| But must you be so mercilessy Beautiful?
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| Its over
|
| I know that
|
| I knew that before it even was
|
| I know dead love
|
| Doesn’t grow back
|
| But my naive advisers swear it does
|
| I’m not the only fool around
|
| Who’s been a slave to a hint of meaning
|
| Once you start to fool around I have direction
|
| I have desperate leaning
|
| Oh oh, feeling like I’m seeing things…
|
| It’s not my fault, I love you so
|
| It wasn’t my wish for you to let me go
|
| I promise that I’ll try to keep this cool
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| Tell me though, must you be so beautiful? |