*featuring J2K
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Good men are few and far between,
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Sometimes they are only in our dreams,
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If you find one then you should cherish,
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Every telephone call that he makes,
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Alway gives you things and never takes,
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Tells you that he loves you when you are sleeping.
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Runs your bubble bath,
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And always makes you laugh.
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He'll never make you cry,
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Or even tell a lie,
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And he's always got your back, Oh,
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And that's a matter of a fact, Oh.
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Never forget to let him know just how much you love him so.
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It's like looking for a diamond in the road,
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Never gunna find another man who is enough,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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Now he's gone (gone gone gone).
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I'm the only one to take up all the blame,
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And he's the only one who me scream his name,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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My good man's gone (gone gone gone).
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Had 2 deal with insecurities,
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Always accusing him of cheating.
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Everytime his phone rings,
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I would listen.
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Used to wait until he fell asleep,
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Search the phone for messages,
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Re-dial numbers that looked suspicious.
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Always questioning where he has been,
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Never gave him love at night,
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Thinking of ways to start a fight.
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And now he's up and left me,
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And I have no one to caress me.
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If I had only let him know,
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Just how much I love him so...
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It's like looking for a diamond in the road,
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Never gunna find another man who is enough,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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Now he's gone (gone gone gone).
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I'm the only one to take up all the blame,
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And he's the only one who me scream his name,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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My good man's gone (gone gone gone).
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[J2K]
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It's your fault,
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You don't listen.
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Now I'm gone again,
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I'm off on the road now,
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Young, free and single,
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Looking to make it with freaks now.
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You see,
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Your insecurities were weak,
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Claiming that I cheat,
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But now you're lying lonely on your sheets.
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You see what happens now,
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We had a good thing,
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But now it's gone.
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You did not wana listen,
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Now I'm missin' ya singin songs now,
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But that's long now,
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I've made other arrangements,
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I can't fit you in,
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I'm booked up with prior engagements.
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You shouldn't watch wit me,
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You need to understand that,
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I gave you one too many chances,
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Now I watch my own back.
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Don't worry I'll pick up my things and find my own flat,
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It's like that, yeah,
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No more,
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I ain't fallin' for no chat.
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So get off me girl,
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And give me my rucksack,
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Pass me the socks in the top draw,
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I want my phone back,
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Yep your necklace as well,
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Come on, I own that.
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Don't say anything else,
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You can talk to my back...
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It's like looking for a diamond in the road,
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Never gunna find another man who is enough,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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Now he's gone (gone gone gone).
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I'm the only one to take up all the blame,
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And he's the only one who me scream his name,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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My good man's gone (gone gone gone).
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It's like looking for a diamond in the road,
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Never gunna find another man who is enough,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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Now he's gone (gone gone gone).
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I'm the only one to take up all the blame,
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And he's the only one who me scream his name,
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But now he's gone (gone gone gone),
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My good man's gone (gone gone gone).
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Mafia...
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Good Man
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Gemma Fox |