| Sweep the floors, crack the door
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| Off and on, mama, let it breathe
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| Too much time to see them pine
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| Doubling up when the stakes get high
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| Born to lose, baby blue
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| Heaven and my hand is riding on you
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| Don’t make sense to reminisce
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| When I loved you, baby, way back when
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| So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
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| Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
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| Kiss and tell, Cozumel
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| Did you phone in a fare-thee-well?
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| Sleepless nights they come alive
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| Rolling down, babe, between those thighs
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| I’m bound to you with something to prove
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| Baby, please what will we do?
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| Same old sin, used to win
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| Keep on running from way back when
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| So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
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| Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
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| Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
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| Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon
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| Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
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| Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon
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| Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
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| Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon
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| Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again |