Throw away the paper
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And throw away the mail
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Be bad if you wanna
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Be prepared to feel
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And all the expectations
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I will never meet
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Take you to the point
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Of never believing
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And you're tired of me
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My love
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But there's no one here who loves you like I do
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Thank god this much is true
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Thank god this much is true
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And there's no one here who knows just how I feel
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Thank god this much is real
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Thank god this much is real
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And broken down
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So put it all behind you
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Where you cannot see
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And if you're growing older
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Don't forget me
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Cause I will disappoint you
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Just because I can
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And I will bring you back
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To all that you say when you wanna call me friend
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And every time I show you
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How this is gonna end
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My love
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But there's no one here who loves you like I do
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Thank god this much is true
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Thank god this much is true
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And there's no one here who knows just how I feel
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Thank god this much is real
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Thank god this much is real
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And broken down
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Cry if you wanna
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Tear down the walls
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But there's no one here who love you
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Or who come each time you call
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So throw away the paper
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And throw away the mail
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Be bad if you wanna
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But be prepared to feel
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But there's no one here who loves you like I do
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Thank god this much is true
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Thank god this much is true
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And there's no one here who knows just how I feel
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Thank god this much is real
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Thank god this much is real
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And broken down
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No One Here
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The 88 |