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Yeah I'm tired of sighing, tired of worrying you too
But I made up my mind baby, what I'm gonna do
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about
you
But I tried to tell you many times, but I never could do
it
You believe me baby, this time I'm through
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about
you
Now when things get harder, yeah, and rough on you
Don't try to get me back now baby, 'cause baby I'm
through
I got my clothes in a matchbox, gonna forget about you
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