she wrote dear john I love you but all good things must end
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I¡¯ve gone to live in Manchester with your best friend
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I must have been so nieve I must have been a fool
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she must have been two timing me and I never knew
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slaughter house slaughter house
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I gave her everything that I ever had
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What¡¯s he got that I ain¡¯t got its driving me mad
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Thrown to the slaughter house for somebody new
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I¡¯m gonna break that bitches neck that¡¯s what I¡¯m gonna do
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Slaughter house slaughter house
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Now I¡¯m sitting in an empty room with no one as a friend
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Just thinking what she¡¯s doing with him I¡¯m going round the bend
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Now all that I think of is getting my revenge
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I wonder if they think of me when they¡¯re in bed
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Slaughter house slaughter house
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