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Dun Na Dun Na Dun Na

I feel myself slipping away
But then I hear you yell at me to stay

I hear your pleads
But I am the one who bleeds

I am called a L-O-S-E-R
By the boos A-B-U-S-E-R

Your love
It fit like a glove
But the dove
of love

decided to take away your pain
Like it was a game
but I am to shame

I fell for you tricks
your sticks

Your looks
and little black books

You played the same game
Different name
You are still to shame



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