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Call the cops
Or baby you could call it off
But you're a little late
I already broke my heart
I'm so ashamed
Some things you would never guess
But if I'm desolate
I know that that's my fault
And if there's a God, I'm going to hell
I'm no angel
Figure me out, and you do it so well
When will you ever learn?
Pot of gold
Underneath your mistletoe
But you're a little late
I've already chose a bride
I'm so afraid
Some things you will never know
But if I can't let go
I know that that's my fault
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