| She was standing on the wrong corner
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| When things took a turn for the worse
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| He was driving by so slow
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| He might as well be going in reverse
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| She was looking for a free ride
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| He was looking for a hole to fill
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| She said, «don't you try and hold me here
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| Against my will
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| And I’ll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Comes along»
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| Something better might not never come on
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| She was wise beyond here years
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| And her lies he believed
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| She used to have friends in high places
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| Til they asked her to leave
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| She wakes up feeling hollow
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| To another line in the sand
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| He’s putty in her idle hands
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| She says, «I'll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Comes along
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| Yeah, I’ll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Til something better comes along»
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| Something better might not never come on
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| He pretended he was sleeping
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| He hears her whisper into the phone
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| She said, «I feel so alone
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| I can’t take it any longer»
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| He thought he could impress her
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| She picks her clothes up off the floor
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| She grabbed his wallet off the dresser
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| She gave him more than he bargained for
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| Yeah, I’ll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Comes along
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| Yeah, I’ll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Til something better comes along
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| Yeah, I’ll stick around
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| Til something better
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| Til something better comes along
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| Yeah, I’ll stick around
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| Til something better comes along
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| Something better might not never come on |