When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please draw the past and be true
Don’t say we’re OK
Just because I’m here
You hurt me bad but I won’t shed a tear
I’m leaving you for the last time baby
You think you’re loving,
But you don’t love me
And I’ve been confused
Outta my mind lately
You think you’re loving,
But I want to be free, baby
You’ve hurt me.
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