| I’ve called you so many times today
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| And I guess it’s all true what your girl-friends say
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| That you don’t ever want to see me again
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| And your brother’s gonna kill me and he’s six feet ten
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| I see you sent my letters back
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| And my L.P. records and they’re all scratched
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| I can’t see the point in another day
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| When nobody listens to a word I say
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| I guess you’d call it cowardice
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| But I’m not prepared to go on like this
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing you
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| I see you sent my letters back
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| And my L.P. records and they’re all scratched
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| I can’t see the point in another day
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| When nobody listens to a word I say
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| You can call it lack of confidence
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| But to carry on living doesn’t make no sense
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| losing you
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| This is our last goodbye
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| And you don’t care, so I won’t cry
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| But you’ll be sorry when I’m dead
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| And all this guilt will be on your head
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| I guess you’d call it suicide
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| But I’m too full to swallow my pride
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand losing
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| I can’t stand losing you
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| losing you
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| I can’t stand losing you |