Smoke another cigarette and think about what to do.
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Don't think you're gonna like to hear this
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But I'm not coming home to you.
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I met my love in Amsterdam
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He says to say hello.
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He wanted me to change all my plans
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He begged me not to go.
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I tried a dozen times to write you a note
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And every time I called you
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When you'd answer I just choked.
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I sit in thei hotel room just down the street
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I don't even go out afraid of who I'll meet.
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Living in exile just like Rusholie
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Don't wanna see anyone, don't want you to see me.
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Don't know what I'm waiting for
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Gotta come and get my things.
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You can keep all the furniture
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I already mailed back the ring.
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I met my love in Amsterdam
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He said to say hello
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He wanted me to change all my plans
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He begged me not to go.
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As I smoke another cigarette
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And think about what to do
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I don't think you're gonna like to hear this
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But I'm not comin' home to you
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Goodbye
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| Bif Naked |
