| Is this what you call life
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| Asking for trouble and longing for strife
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| You’re chasing me, the rumour’s rife
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| Your intention’s all too clear
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| Calling me up and calling me dear
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| And filling me with dread and fear
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| I can’t deny it’s true that love is blind
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| If you can’t see that it’s all in the mind
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| Just leave me be, I’m not the lovin' kind
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| It’s plain to see I’m not the lovin' kind
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| You know you won’t succeed
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| In winning cocks with chicken feed
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| The signs are there for you to read
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| Your efforts are a feat
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| The stake’s too high for easy meat
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| Why don’t you just admit defeat
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| I can’t deny it’s true that love is blind
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| If you can’t see that it’s all in the mind
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| Just leave me be, I’m not the lovin' kind
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| It’s plain to see I’m not the lovin' kind
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| Just leave me be, I’m not the lovin' kind
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| It’s plain to see I’m not the lovin' kind
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| I can’t deny it’s true that love is blind
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| If you can’t see that it’s all in the mind
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| Just leave me be, I’m not the lovin' kind
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| It’s plain to see I’m not the lovin' kind
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| Just leave me be, I’m not the lovin' kind
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| It’s plain to see I’m not the lovin' kind (fade) |