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April 27, 2017


Boy, you think that you know me
Oh, but you can’t see my lonely heart
Things look different in the mornin’, oh
That’s when we find out who we are
Would you still want me?
Without no makeup on my face?
Without alcohol in your veins?
Oh, would you, baby?
Would you still love me?
With all the promises you made
Would you still mean the words you say?
Oh, would you, baby?

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