| When you’ve had enough
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| When you’ve got it bad enough and you can’t let go
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| When it comes to blows
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| And you start to overflow
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| But you can’t get home
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| It’s a subtle kind of cruel
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| It taps my spine here
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| I’m drawing a line
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| I’m asking please
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| I’m afraid if you don’t come around soon i’ll turn sadder than you ever were
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| And you’ll learn loneliness is worse
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| You’ve got to try
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| December’s all alone and he’s calling me on the phone
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| But he sounds so cold
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| He says he loves me so
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| But how would I ever know?
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| Certain words grow old
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| It’s a vicious kind of catch
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| It sides me blind now
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| I’m out of my mind
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| I want to scream
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| I’m afraid if you don’t come around soon I’ll turn sadder than you ever were
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| And you’ll learn loneliness is worse
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| You’ve got to try
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| Love liked me long ago
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| It had a way of making everyone the same
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| But how the angels must laugh and sigh
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| To hear me pleading with you and
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| Needing you this way
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| Oh why…
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| I’m afraid if you don’t come around soon i’ll turn sadder than you ever were
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| And you’ll learn loneliness is worse
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| You’ve got to try to stay mine all the way
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| Don’t you want to be happy with me?
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| I’m afraid if you don’t come around soon i’ll turn sadder than you ever were…
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| It’s got a way of making everyone the same
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| It’s got a way of making everyone the same
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| It’s got a way of making everyone the same
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| It’s got a way of making everyone the same |