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Oh I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my friend
I'm at my wits end
You say your love is bonna fide
But that don't coincide
With the things that you're doing
When I ask you to be nice
Well I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
I pick myself up off the ground
And have you knock me back down
Again and again
And when I ask you to explain
Well I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
I pick myself up off the ground
And have you knock me back down
Again and again
And when I ask you to explain
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