Before the sun came up I tumbled from her bed
Trumbled in the dark, get myself dressed
And down the hallway the clock board's cricking
Through the kitchen and up to backdoor
Out to drive away and down in the street
Where she won't have to love me no more
No, she won't
No, she won't
Something very wrong, it's never been this grey
I can't believe you're gone, the sun won't shine today
I want to hate you, I want to hold you
Baby, please, come back to me
A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around
But she'll be better off without me
No, she won't (No, she won't)
No, she won't (No, she won't)
I want to hate you, I want to hold you
Baby, please, come back to me
A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around
But she'll be better off without me
Oh, no, she won't (No, she won't)
No, she won't (No, she won't)
No, she won't (You know she won't)
No, she won't (No, she won't)
No, she won't (No, she won't)
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