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Alba s touto skladbou:
Last of the Independents,
EVERY TIME I END UP WAKING UP
IN SOME HOTEL WITHOUT MY
SET OF KEYS
COMING TO, REMEMBERING THE WAY
YOUR TURNED ME OUT WHEN I WAS
ON MY KNEES
YOU THINK THAT WAS
ONE UP FOR YOU
BUT I KNOW I SCORED SOMETHING TOO
WHEN I SEE THE WAY YOU HAVE TO STRUGGLE
JUST TO DO A LITTLE SIMPLE THING
I FEEL APOLOGETIC
JUST BECAUSE I'M NOT PARTICULARLY SUFFERING
SO I LET YOU TAKE ME DOWN
I'M LIKE YOUR RENT-A-CLOWN
WHEN I SAW MY BABY CRY
I KNEW THAT HE LOVED ME
THAT WAS SOME GREAT VICTORY
HE CRIED BECAUSE OF ME
HE HIT ME WITH HIS BELT
BUT HIS TEARS WERE ALL I FELT
WHEN I SAW MY BABY CRY
I KNEW HE LOVED ME
WHEN YOU TRY AND CUT ME DOWN
AND PUSH ME BACK
IF I ATTACK YOUR ATTITUDE
I RISE UP TO THE CHALLENGE 'CAUSE
I LIKE TO TASTE THE SUGAR OF YOUR VIOLENT MOOD
JUST LIKE A STORMY SEA
YOU'RE NATURAL
POETRY TO ME
WHEN I SAW MY BABY CRY
I KNEW THAT HE LOVED ME
THAT WAS SOME GREAT VICTORY
HE CRIED BECAUSE OF ME
HE HIT ME WITH HIS BELT
BUT HIS TEARS WERE ALL I FELT
WHEN I SAW MY BABY CRY
I KNEW HE LOVED ME
I KNEW HE LOVED ME
