| The first time that I fell to pieces
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| I was strung out over the moon wanting you
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| I was confused by your shifting faces
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| By the changing key of your tune
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| Waiting for your call to be my mistress
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| My paramour, oh you’d be my own
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| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong
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| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong
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| You turn me on and now you’re stringing me along
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| Still so beautiful
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| Oh, so beautiful
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| One day the laws of love and justice
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| Will bring you to the prison I call my home
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| You can’t forget the past without getting busted
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| Now you have to find a way on your own
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| So now karma will be sneaking up behind you
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| And your sorry fate will ultimately find you
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| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong
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| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong
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| You turn me on and now you’re stringing me along
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| You’re so beautiful
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| Still so beautiful
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| Though she refuse to hear me may I
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| Telepathically remind the one
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| That I long for her as the sailors for the sea
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| Or the tall trees for the morning sun
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| Yeah, I wanna be your only one
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| Underneath every late night barrio door
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| I’ll be passed out drunk the next time you find me
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| I’ll be sure not to wander off too far girl
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| Won’t be the last time that you blind me
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| You left me up a creek in a storm
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| Yes, I needed you and you were gone
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| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong
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| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong
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| You say you never meant to cause me any harm or confusion
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| So I’m leaving
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| Oh, this is my freedom song
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| So beautiful when you’re wrong |