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Louise Burns
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Oh, poor old me
I said I would not do this to myself again
Oh, poor old me
I said I would not do this to myself again
But I've been told that winters are not cold
If someone's there to light the flame until it turns to coal
Well, I admit there's something wrong with me
I take the hit and then ask him, "Why won't you let me be?"
I said I'm through of living with you
You better run for your life before I break you in two
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Oh, poor old me
I said I would not do this to my friends again
Oh, poor old me
I said I would not do this to my friends again
But I've been told that writers are not bold
Until you tell them that their poetry is made of gold
Well, I admit there's something wrong with me
I can't get through a novel without falling half asleep
I said I'm through of living with you
You better hide your books before I tear them all in two
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Well, I've been told that singers get real cold
Until you tell them that the spotlight's made for them alone
Well, I admit there's something wrong with it
I'll bite the bullet so it doesn't shoot me in the head
Well, I admit there's something wrong with me
I take the hit and then ask him, "Why won't you let me be?"
I said I'm through of living with you
You better run for your life before
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