All those words are palling in my head,
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And oh, I¡¯d rather be anywhere else, instead.
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But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt
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That you¡¯ll come back to me.
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We could work it out, take it to the next round.
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But I feel sold, dirty love,
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And I was told that it¡¯s not enough,
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It¡¯s not enough.
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All those times you ran away from me,
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Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me.
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But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt,
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You give me all I need,
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We could work it out and take it to the next round.
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But I feel sold, dirty love,
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And I was told that it¡¯s not enough,
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And the streets I roam they gladly love
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I feel old and I¡¯m tired to try,
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I¡¯m tired to try.
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So tired to try.
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I feel sold, I was told it¡¯s not enough.
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And I feel sold, dirty love,
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And I was told that it¡¯s not enough
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And the streets I roam, they got me hope
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I feel old and I¡¯m tired to try.
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Dirty Love
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