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All those words are palling in my head, And oh, I’d rather be anywhere else, instead. But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt That you’ll come back to me. We could work it out, take it to the next round. But I feel sold, dirty love, And I was told that it’s not enough, It’s not enough. All those times you ran away from me, Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me. But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt, You give me all I need, We could work it out and take it to the next round. But I feel sold, dirty love, And I was told that it’s not enough, And the streets I roam they gladly love I feel old and I’m tired to try, I’m tired to try. So tired to try. I feel sold, I was told it’s not enough. And I feel sold, dirty love, And I was told that it’s not enough And the streets I roam, they got me hope I feel old and I’m tired to try. From Letras Mania