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I'm sorry if sometimes my tongue trips And I slip and call you Baby, Old habits die hard like hearts scarred From rolls I've found myself in lately It'd be far easier for me to leave And believe you'll always hate me Than to see that look in you eyes That look for something that ain't me.
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Old habits
I'm sorry if sometimes my tongue trips And I slip and call you Baby, Old habits die hard like hearts scarred From rolls I've found myself in lately It'd be far easier for me to leave And believe you'll always hate me Than to see that look in you eyes That look for something that ain't me.
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
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