| Unglamorous
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| Written Permission
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| Well, I left your life by the side of the road
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| I got a clear conscience, decoded the code
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| Your bags are packed, you’re already gone
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| That’s the last you’ll hear of me
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| Move on, Move on…
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| I got a 'For Sale' sign and a brain in my head
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| I have paid my dues, I’m not crazy or dead
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| I know life is hard, well so am I
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| Don’t cry for me
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…
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| Cause I have laid down my guns and ammunition
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| You can go now, you can go now, you can leave now
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| This is my written permission…
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| I’ve been fighting for you for most of my life
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| I fought as a girlfriend, I fought as a wife
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| Oh, prisoners they say are no one to love
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| I am throwing in the towel,
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| I’m taking of these gloves…
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| Cause I have laid down my guns and ammunition
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| You can go now, you can go now, you can leave now
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| This is my written permission…
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| So you can tell Susan that you love her
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| When you look her in the eye…
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| And you can tell Gina when you look her in the eye.
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| You can sleep with yourself, you can sleep
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| With your lies, your lies, your lies, your lies…
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| I’m OK now — goodbye…
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| Cause I have laid down my guns and ammunition
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| You can go now, you can go now, you can leave me now
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| This is my written permission… |