(Michael McDonald And Bernie Chiaravalle)
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Starin' back at a room full of strange faces
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I sense another welcome worn thin
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A bartender sayin' "son take it outside"
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"take it out the door you brought it in"
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He said, he don't wanna hear about my problem
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Or why I think I got it so tough
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He said guys like me come a dime a dozen
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That my only problem is knowin' when I've had enough
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(but) how can I have too much?
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How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?
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You said it so well in your letter baby
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You gave me every reason why
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Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye
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Well here's to the good times
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Here's to the way we were
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Here's to how you tried to be my lover
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'till disaster struck
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Now you wanna be a friend and tell me
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I'm a man who simply needs too much
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But how can I have too much?
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How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?
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Obsession Blues
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| Michael McDonald |
