You're breakin' my heart baby,
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and there ain't a damn thing I can do
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Yes, you got me wringin' my hands and cryin' baby,
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well, you're breakin' my heart in two
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Well, it's not easy for me to believe woman,
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that you are doin' the things you do
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Well, it's so hard for me to believe baby,
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it's hard for me to believe you would do me wrong
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Yes, please have mercy baby,
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won't you stay here where you belong?
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Well you know I got the blues
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I got the blues so bad now baby
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Sometimes you make me wish,
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make me wish I'd never, never been born
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Yes, I want to know why did you let me,
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why did you let me love you so long baby?
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Why did you use me like a tool?
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Yes, you played a game with my heart woman,
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baby you know you used the devils rule
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You're Breakin' My Heart
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| B.B. King |
