Oh believe me
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I know it aint right to treat you like I do
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Oh and believe me
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I try so hard to figure out what I should do
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but itĄ¯s true
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IĄ¯m brought up this way and I donĄ¯t it know any other way
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And itĄ¯s not
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ItĄ¯s not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
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IĄ¯ve got to many things inside my head IĄ¯m about to collapse
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And I guess that if I drink too much
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IĄ¯ll just have to drink some less
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ItĄ¯s not a fantasy
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the devilĄ¯s got a hold of me
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and it doesnĄ¯t get much lonelier
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than waiting by the phone
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Desolater
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| Fireside |
