| Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
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| I’ll tell you my story man, I wish I’d never been born
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| I’m loose at the seams, I’ve broken my dreams
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| And my hand, it shakes the pen
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| Come on, come on now, baby, let the good times roll again, yeah
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| Where did our sweet love go? |
| Who stole away our time?
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| Why do the stars above refuse to shine?
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| The harder I try to paint a picture of the way it was back then
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| The more I miss the good times, baby, let it roll again
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| Good times baby, this is the time
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| I need to know that your love is mine
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| Love me up, yeah, reel me in
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| I’m hooked, line and sinker, she’s my heroin
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| How many days have I been lying on my back
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| Staring at the ceiling girl, stretching on your rack?
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| The harder I try to paint a picture of the way it was back then
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| The more I miss the good times, baby, let it roll again
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| Good times baby, this is the time
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| I need to know that your love is mine
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| Love me up, yeah, reel me in
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| I’m hooked, line and sinker, she’s my heroin
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| Said I’m hooked now, I’m not fakin',
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| I’m here till the day I die |