| Let’s not fight it anymore
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| Unpack the bags and close the door
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| I’ll never leave you, no, no
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| Though you lied right from the start
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| I can’t convince my stupid heart
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| Not to believe you
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| You’ve got two good men strung out
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| And there’s not the slightest doubt
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| That other men have loved you before
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| But you work your thing so well
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| I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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| Til I can’t take it anymore
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| If I had one ounce of pride
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| I’d stand up or step aside
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| But girl, I love you, can’t you tell it?
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| So I’ll accept the crumbs you drop
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| 'Cause I’m a fool and I can’t stop
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| Or rise above you
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| Let him speak up for himself
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| I speak for me and no one else
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| 'Cause I’m a beggar knockin' on your door
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| You work your thing so well
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| I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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| Til I can’t take it anymore
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| I’m too far gone to turn around
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| To lift myself up off the ground
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| And start all over, over and over and over
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| Now him or I must win or lose
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| No matter which one you may choose
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| You’ll be in clover, you know you will
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| Darlin', while you’re making up your mind
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| Well, I’ll be prayin' all the time
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| Prayin' that you’ll never, never, never be letting me go
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| But you work your thing so well
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| I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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| Til I can’t take it anymore
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| Girl, you work your thing so well
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| Dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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| Til I can’t take it anymore
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| You know that you work that thing so well
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| I dream of Heaven and live in Hell
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| Til I can’t take it anymore
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| You work it so well
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| I dream of Heaven and live in Hell |