| I got home about three A.M.,
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| Working my fingers to the bone
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| My woman’s waiting up for me
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| Gonna put me through the third degree
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| «Where you been? |
| Who you seen?»
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| Is all she wants to know
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| I can’t lie to save my life
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| 'Cause I got nothin' to hide
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| Let me tell you what’s been on my mind
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| You been in the city again
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| I ain’t lyin', baby, I saw you on your high horse
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| Walkin' along like you didn’t belong
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| To any self-respecting man
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| Is that the way you’re gonna repay
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| All the love that I’ve given to you?
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| It’s a wind-up, wind-up
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| Wind up accusin' me. |
| (Repeat)
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| Wind me up
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| Maybe we should start all over again —
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| That’s the best advice
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| Meet me halfway, and I’ll be there —
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| I been there so long, and now I’m coming home for rest
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| I’m OK, how about you?
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| Everything I said, baby, was true
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| We only got ourselves to blame —
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| Makin' our bed is just a part of the game
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| It’s a wind-up, wind-up
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| Wind up accusin' me
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| Baby, it’s a wind-up, wind-up
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| Wind-up for you and me. |
| (Repeat)
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| You want me, you want me to be
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| You gotta stop what you do
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| Wind-up, wind-up
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| I don’t need no more of your lies
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| Wind-up, wind-up
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| I gotta stop now
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| Wind-up, wind-up |