She had the words had the way
The way of hurting with love
She knew the game, called the flame
Oh, she hit me cold
Said now you`ll go your way
I`ll go mine,
and that`s a start
Doctor, Doctor, ain`t no cure
for the pain in my heart
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Give me a bullet to bite on,
Something to chew
Give me a bullet to bite one
And I`ll make believe it`s you
Don`t need no drinks
Don`t need no drugs
Don`t need no sympathy.
Sooner or later
Send me a bill
For what she`s doing to me.
Operator, long distance list
on the telephone.
Come tomorrow, come to grips
with being all alone.
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