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Oh babe, I gotta say,
I learned the hard way with you,
Yours words like books,
Had me hooked like summer time.

Cooking on my mind all the way through,
I guess, I held on too tight,
I broke my fingers on your floor at night,
And I lost my faith and my own breath,
Who knew that love could feel like death.

It's not your concern,
All I really learned,
Is all your rounds are roundabouts?
Oh man, they burn me out.

You say that God knows a way,
But I'm standing in the dark,
I soaked you up you wrung me out on your line,
Messing up my time in the park.

Oh, but it's not your concern, no,
All I really learned,
Is all your rounds are roundabouts?
Oh man, they burn me out.

It don't feel good,
This goodbye,
But I am bye will go, oh.

And I won't put it all on you,
I am well aware that I caused us trouble too,
I won't look back on you with anger, no, I won't,
Even if you do the same or if you don't.

Oh, but it's not your concern, no,
All I really learned,
Is all your rounds are roundabouts?
Oh man, they burn me out.

They just burn, burn me out.

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