(Sting)
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I've called you so many times today
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And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
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That you don't ever want to see me again
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And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
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I guess you'd call it cowardice
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But I'm not prepared to go on like this
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't
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I can't stand losing you
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I can't stand losing you
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I can't stand losing you
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I can't stand losing you
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I see you've sent my letters back
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And my LP records and they're all scratched
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I can't see the point in another day
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When nobody listens to a word I say
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You can call it lack of confidence
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But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I can't, I can't
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I can't stand losing
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I guess this is our last goodbye
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And you don't care so I won't cry
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But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
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And all this guilt will be on your head
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I guess you'd call it suicide
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But I'm too full to swallow my pride
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I can't stand losing you
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Can't Stand Losing You
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| The Police |
