You have a way of coming easily to me. And when you take, you take the very best of me. So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin' And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted. You never did give a damn thing, honey. But I cried, cried for you. And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you.
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