Album: Powerage
She had the words had the way
The way of hurting with love
She knew the game, called the flame
Oh, she hit me cold
Said now you'll go your way
I'll go mine,
and that's a start
Doctor, Doctor, ain't no cure
for the pain in my heart
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Give me a bullet to bite on,
Something to chew
Give me a bullet to bite one
And I'll make believe it's you
Don't need no drinks
Don't need no drugs
Don't need no sympathy.
Sooner or later
Send me a bill
For what she's doing to me.
Operator, long distance list
on the telephone.
Come tomorrow, come to grips
with being all alone.
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