| Well now, di-di-didn't you tell me
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| That you’d be here with the car
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| When I got back from the bank with the money?
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| And now, di-di-didn't you say
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| That your name was Natasha?
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| But that dude called you Petrovka
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| Last night at the party
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| And di-di-didn't you tell me you were single?
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| But you’re not single, you’re married
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| To a Russian mobster, what?
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| And di-di-didn't you tell me
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| That you loved me?
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| But you just told me that
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| I’m pretty sure you told me that just to use me
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| I said, hey, hold on a minute
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| And hand me back my life
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| 'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight
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| Hey, c’mon and hold on a minute
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| And hand me back my life
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| 'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight
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| Di-di-didn't you tell me that you knew
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| How to get back to the border?
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| And this ain’t the border, this ain’t the border
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| And di-di-didn't you tell me there’d be somebody
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| That’d be waiting for us in the van
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| You know, with some dry clothes?
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| And di-di-didn't you tell me there’d be passports
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| With our pictures on it?
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| Man, these aren’t passports, ah, this is bulls***
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| And di-di-didn't you tell me
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| That everything was gonna be all right?
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| All right? |
| It ain’t all right
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| I said, hey, hold on a minute
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| And hand me back my life
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| 'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight
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| Hey, c’mon and hold on a minute
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| And hand me back my life
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| 'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight
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| I can’t take anymore of this |