| Don’t spend your money on a broken jar of honey, man
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| It’s sweet but it sure won’t last you long
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| And you’ll be complacent when you find the love that’s patient
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| Don’t you weep when the night finds you alone
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| But God, she kills me for sure
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| That sweet relimerence
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| And she stares as you walk
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| And she cares when you talk
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| But you know she’ll never love you
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| As she moves far away
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| You will dream of the day
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| That she held you so close when she loved you
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| I could only make believe, but I know you’d never love me
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| I can die a million times and I’d still wake up at your door
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| I’d still wake up at your door
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| I’d still wake up at your, wake up at your, wake up at your—
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| And she stares when you walk
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| And she cares when you talk
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| But you know she’ll never love you
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| As she moves far away
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| You will dream of the day
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| That she held you so close when she loved you
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| I could only make believe, but I know you’d never love me
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| I can die a million times and I’d still wake up, I’d still wake up
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| And she stares when you walk
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| And she cares when you talk
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| But you know she’ll never love you
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| As she moves all the way
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| You will dream of the day
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| That she held you so close when she loved you
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| I could only make believe, but I know you’d never love me
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| I can die a million times and I’d still wake up, I’d still wake up
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| But God, she kills me for sure
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| That sweet relimerence
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| Don’t spend your money on a broken jar of honey, man
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| It’s sweet but it sure won’t last you long
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| Saint Gabriela, give me strength, I won’t be jealous
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| When the world feels like ash below my feet
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| I could only make believe, but I know you’d never love me
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| I can die a million times and I’d still wake up, I’d still wake up
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| I’d still wake up at your door
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| Wake up at your door
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| Wake up at your door
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| Wake up at your |