Why don't you tell me that it's over
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Why do you keep this hangin' on
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Pack up your bags and run for cover
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Say what you mean and see it done
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Why don't you cut me loose, you don't need me
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Lift up your dress and walk away
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There's nothin' left you can say to please me
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You're just a dog who's had it's day
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You beat around the bush and mumble
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About the good old days we had
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Your face grows longer as you crumble
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You had the good now taste the bad
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Let it all hit the fan
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Let it all hit the fan
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You promised me nothing would change you
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More empty words from an empty soul
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The same old stories you still cling to
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The truth be told you leave me cold
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You used to lead the dance and fumble
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Howl in the night you could not sleep
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You climbed to the top of the hill then tumbled
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Too many promises come cheap.
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Hit The Fan
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Nazareth |