I'm sure you've had your share of men
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I'd be honored to be one of them
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You're a fool for the wounded
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I'm a man in need of bandages
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So, wrap me up and take me home
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Your lover's up doing God only knows. . . who . . .
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But, baby, I'm making one man's bed as another man's gurney
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You've been learning to fight
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The man by your side has toughened your skin
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You should learn to forget
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Your first lesson's tonight
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So, what was that son of a bitch's name again?
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So, the footprints of time have tread lines on your face
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Is your life half done or only half begun?
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Because baby, I could be born again
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One man's bed is another man's resurrection
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You've been learning too much
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The more that you know is the less that you trust
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You should learn to let go
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The less you hold on to is the more we can (oh, lalalala) forget about the man
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(Lalala) Don't second guess, just take my hand
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The night, it is young
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So why aren't you remembering you have your share of men?
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Your Share Of Men
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The Good Life |