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| Oooh! | the truth hurts now. |
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| More than | the lie. |
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| Tell you th | e truth, now I'm | blamed to be wrong. |
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| I wear no disguise | ... But I |
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| trod on to thos | e memories that h | aunt me, that haunt me. Oh, man I |
| Eb | Gm7 | F | |
| trod on to t | hose memories tha | t haunt me, oh man, that haunt me. |
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| There she goes | crying again but | her loveliness won | 't cover her shame & |
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| there she goes/takx | true love/while she | 's takx true love s | he's givx the blame |
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| How could I | be so wrong | to think that we | could get along, |
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| Days I've spent/wast | x with u child/if I | cd count they'd be | a million or 2, now |
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| I walk on through t | hat memory, that | haunts me, oh man that haunts me, I say |
| Eb | Gm7 | F | F | |
| I trot on through | that angry grief t | hat taunts me, that | taunts me. |
| Bb | Gm | Eb | F | |
| There she goes | crying again but | her sexiness won't | cover her shame, & |
| Bb | Gm | Eb | F | |
| there she goes/takx | true love but while | she's t.t.l. she's | giving the blame |
| Eb | F | Bb | Gm | |
| How, how, how could | I be so wrong? To | think that we could | work out. |
| Eb | F | Bb | Bb | |
| Days I've spent | wastx with u child/ | if I count, they be | a million or 2, now |
| Eb | Gm7 | F | |
| I walk on thru | that rocky reef | that wants me, oh that wants me. Woman |
| Eb | Gm7 | F | F | |
| I walk on thru | that angry grief t | hat taunts me, I sa | y that taunts me.. |
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| Oh..... (In | strumental) |
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| Oh! | the truth hurts | now........ |
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| more than the | lie.... lie...... |
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| I te | ll u the truth, now | I'm blamed to be wrong |
| Eb | Gm7 | F | |
| I we | ar no disguise. | No! I! |
| Bb | Gm | Eb | F | |
| There she goe | s crying again but | her loveliness won' | t cover her shame, & |
| Bb | Gm | Eb | F | |
| there she goes/ta | kx true love but wh | ile she's t.t.l. sh | e's givx the blame |
| Eb | F | Bb | Gm | |
| How could I be | so dumb, mm, to th | ink that we cd have | some fun? |
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| Days I spent | wastied with u chil | d, if I count they' | d be a million or 2 |
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| Now I walk, walk on | to those memories t | hat wants me, oh man that wants me. I |
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| said I trod onto th | at angry gried that | taunts me, I know | that taunts me |
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| There she goe | s crying again but | her sweet caress wo | n't cover her shame. |
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| & there she goes/ta | king true love, whi | le she's t.t.l. she | 's givx the blame |
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| How.... could | I be so wrong | to think that we | could work out? |
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| Why.....should | I be so dumb to th | ink that we could h | ave some fun? |
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| And there she goe | s crying again | crying again | crying again |
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| (fade) | (end) |