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| from the album "It's For You" (Michael Roe) Paid all my money and what did I get? Left in a smolder like some cigarette I smoked every pack of lies made yet I never read that little warning that said: "I'd be an eternal soul with an eternal crave." Cashed every premium for this flip top grave When I locked my heart and threw away the key Now I'm left with nothin' Nothin' but me © 1992 BAI, Itnl. (ASCAP) |
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