Home is where the heart is she says
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Well then how can I just get her outta my head?
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Isolated and I'd rather be dead
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than just hanging on to something I'll regret
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She's so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
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Better cut her off from all this anger
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before she runs a muck over my heart
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Save this last dance for me and take me back to things
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I never got a chance to see over time:
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Thank God this is goodbye
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Frustrated, overrated; take my hand and call it hatred
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You're the one, you're the one for me
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Bottled up my feelings all for nothing and I can't take it
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Let me out, get her outta my head
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Everything she said were lies; the way she moved, so dead inside
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And everything we ever had is over
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Everything she said were lies; the way she looked, so teary-eyed
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And everything we ever had is over:
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And this time, we're through
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'Cause she's so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
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Better cut her off from all this anger
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before she runs a muck over my heart
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Save this last dance for me and take me back to things
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I never got a chance to see over time:
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Thank God this is goodbye
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T.G.I. Goodbye
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Better Luck Next Time |