Baby, I think it’s over
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The end is finally near
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Don’t wanna talk about it anymore
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I see it all so clear
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So pack your bags and move on out
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There ain’t nothing for you here
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I think you know it’s over, too
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So why not disappear?
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Wait a minute, baby
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What’s that you say?
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You really don’t think it’s fair
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To send you outside into the cold, cold night
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Oh, you poor, poor girl
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Well, I don’t really care
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‘Cause you’ve been cold to me so long
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I’m cryin' icicles instead of tears
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So pack your bags and move on out
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There ain’t nothin' for you here
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Baby, I know it’s over
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I got a last idea
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Don’t want to leave you empty-handed
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Well, I agree that wouldn’t be fair
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Take along a little something to remember me by
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A little something to show that I cared
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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You take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor, poor girl
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Take your souvenirs
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Take my heart, drain it dry
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I don’t blame you now
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‘Cause I know you really tried
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Take my soul, you can have my mind
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But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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‘Cause it’s mine, mine — all mine
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Take my master
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You can have my slave
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When I’m dead and buried alive
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You can always take my grave
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Take my body
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Well, I know you really think it’s fine
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But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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Because it’s mine, mine — all mine
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Tell me right now
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Who’s playing this game
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And which side do I choose?
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I’m going down, down
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And I’m spinning around
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Is there anyone I can accuse?
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What are the odds?
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Or do I win or lose?
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Oh baby
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Please, sir, by the way, sir
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May I be excused?
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Take my sorrow
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I’m running out of joy
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When you’re tired of playing with yourself
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You can always take my toys
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Take my baby
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Show her a real good time
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You always were a super dad
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But as a lover you were less than fine
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Take my jewels
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Well, I know you love to see them shine
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But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
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Because it’s mine, mine — all mine
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Tell me right now
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Who’s playing this game
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And which side do I choose?
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I’m going down, down
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And I’m spinning around
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Is there anyone I can accuse?
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What are the odds?
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Or do I win or lose?
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Oh baby
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Please, sir, by the way, sir
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May I be excused?
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I don’t wanna play with you no more
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(I don’t wanna play with you no more)
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I don’t wanna play with you no more
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I don’t wanna play with you no more
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I don’t wanna play with you no more
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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You take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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You take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Step right out, you poor little girl
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Take your souvenirs
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Step right out, you poor, poor girl… |