| I don’t know, another way to go
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| Then where I’m going
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| If this roa-oa-oad leads nowhere, I don’t care
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| I’m going
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| Looking back, I didn’t trust your eyes
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| Now I know the rest of it was lies
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| And it’s getting late and I should be gone, gone, gone
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| It makes no difference to me
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| Cause dishonesty
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| In a woman is a thing you’re never playing deeply
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| In the mean time
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| In between time
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| I was casualy sorry and then I forgot
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| What I was going to say
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| I don’t know, going to do
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| Another way to go
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| Then where I’m going
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| (gone, gone, gone, gone)
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| Looking back, I didn’t trust your eyes
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| Now I know the rest of it was lies
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| And it’s getting late and I should be gone, gone, gone
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| A lifetime of relationships and different rips
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| And love is tips, when it hurts, it rips
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| And when it’s good, it sticks
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| I know I’ll always miss that lips
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| But anytime we made that trip
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| Back to my life, watch all out for yours
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| Sorry we broke the chorus
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| So now my time is no longer yours
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| But thanks for them days we spent and remember.
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| Every word I said, I meant
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| I don’t know (We keep on trying but we rolling the dust)
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| Another way to go (I know that vocals bust that we never know)
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| (I wish that’d stop before it got too much)
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| Then where I’m going (I wish that’d stop before it got no touch)
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| If this roa-oa-oad (We keep on trying but we rolling the dust)
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| Leads no where (I know that vocals bust that we never know)
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| I don’t care (I wish that’d stop before it got too much)
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| I’m going (I wish that’d stop before it got no touch)
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone |