| Girl I’ve been unfaithful
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| Baby don’t you say, it’s ok
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| Did some things behind you
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| Baby don’t you say, it’s ok
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| Why don’t you cry now?
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| Why don’t you cry now?
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| Cause then I know you still feel something for me
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| But I truly know it’s over when I hear you say, it’s ok
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| You told me you was down for whatever
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| I thought you’d be around me forever
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| She was my New York girl with some LA ambition and a really good christian
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| She knocked me down like a featherweight
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| Tryna fuck around with a heavyweight
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| How the hell could you say in the middle of the night we should call it a day?
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| I’d rather fucking do a bit of prison time
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| You had the key to every single thing of mine
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| My house, my car, my mother fucking heart
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| I guess we didn’t agree to the same deal
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| I guess that she was tired of the same spiel
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| And now I’m in the meat packing dialling 911
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| Tryna tell 'em how this pain feels
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| So runaway, run along, thought we were fate, but we were wrong
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| We were wrong, cause where men lie the women cry but she won’t
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| I can’t breathe, I won’t cope
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| I need a drink, I wanna a smoke
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| Cause I’m the cigarette butt of my own jokes
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| Hands held high and my back against the ropes
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| Blood is thicker than water, we were thicker than blood
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| Now I’m feeling for something I can’t touch
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| Feelin' guilty while you were up in the club
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| Shit I been caught so who am I to judge?
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| Tryna regain my composure
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| I guess this is the end of the road huh?
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| And after 25 times of hearing
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| «Please leave a message after the tone»
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| I know
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| You put your nail on the coffin had a finger on the trigger
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| She said we ever going down she taking everything with her
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| Took something so good and made it redder than the colour on the bottom of her
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| slippers
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| And not a word from your mother yet
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| Even though I make you suffer like a suffregette
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| Fucking busy? |
| I was busy fucking round another woman
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| Undercover like a Bryan Ferry album
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| So runaway, run along, from the people of the places where you belong
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| Just imagine the gossip in the salon
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| Made me feel dumb for foolin' around with a blonde
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| But love kills all things casually
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| This is something like a Shakespeare tradegy
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| And even though we ain’t happily ever after
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| I just hope that you’re after happily
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| Let it all out, let the tears fall down
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| Any minute expecting for you to walk now |