(Bill Withers)
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My friends...
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Feel it's their appointed duty
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They keep tryin' to tell me
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All you want to do is use me
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Ahhuh but my answer! Ahuh
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They know all that use me stuff
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Aye.ay.ay
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Yes, I wanna spread the news
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That if it feels this good gettin' used
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Oh ya just keep on usin me
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Until ya use me up
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Until ya use me up
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My brother!
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Sit me right down and he talk to me
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Ahhuh he told me yahuhuh
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That I ought not to let you just walk on me
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And I'm sure he meant well..huhuh
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Yeah, but when our talk was through
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Aye.ay.ay/ I said brother
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If ya only knew
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You'd wish that you were in my shoes
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Ya just keep on usin' me
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Until ya use me up
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Until ya use me up
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Ahhuh..some time!
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It's true ya really do abuse me
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Ahh..ya git me in a crowd a high class people.ahhahuh
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And then ya act real rude to me
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Ahhuh..but oh Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!
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When ya love me I can't get enough!
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Ahhuh, and I wanna spread the news
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That if it feels this good gettin' used
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Oh ya just keep on usin' me ...
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Until ya use me up
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Ah...Until ya use me up
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Talkin' 'bout you usin' me but
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It all depends on what you do
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It ain't too bad the way you usin' me
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Cuz I sure am usin' you to do the things you do
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Use Me
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| Fiona Apple |
