| I feel your pain
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| Cause I been through the same thing as you
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| So I can relate
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| But I feel your pain and I know that shit hurts
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| And yeah, it’s the worst
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| But you’ll be okay
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| So quit moping your ass around
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| Like somebody owe you som’n
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| Don’t nobody owe you non', okay
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| You need to just stay focused on your craft
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| And if you on to som’n, don’t let 'em tell you non'
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| I say…
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| I feel your pain
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| You got three baby daddies
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| You still club every Saturday around your way
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| Girl, I feel your pain
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| And you probably resort to stripping
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| But all that fried chicken and children
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| Fucked up your frame, huh shit
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| It’s fucked up, ain’t it?
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| At high school you was a prom queen
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| And now you’re bagging up number three’s
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| And if it was mine it had no cheese
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| Girl, I feel your pain
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| Huh, you’ve ask me how I feel today
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| And I gladly tell you that I’m great
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| So quit moping your ass around
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| Like somebody owe you some
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| Don’t nobody owe you nothin', okay
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| You need to just stay focused on your craft
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| And if you owe 'em some, don’t let 'em tell you none
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| Not even me
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| I feel your pain
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| Addicted to heartache, okay
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| I touch strings we’ve found together, always connected
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| I tangle things then wonder whether it keeps me protected
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| And I’ll admit through all of it, you keep me affected
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| I feel your pain
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| Addicted to heartache, okay
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| Late night looking as your friends leave, pulling out the driveway
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| Sipping on that last thing that he said
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| Ain’t no one wonder why do I let it keep me up
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| Why do I let it beat me up?
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| Reaching for that last thing that he said
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| This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
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| Addicted to heartache
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| This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
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| Okay
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| This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
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| Okay, okay
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| So what, you gon' cry about it? |
| Tell your friends about it
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| You walk away, you can’t sleep without it
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| And no one knew what you were going through
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| And not even me |