100 lyrics for "You can do it your own way"

That's what breaking hearts do They cause you so much pain Make you go insane Feel like your hands are tied Bound up, strapped down, busted inside Don't have the will to find your way And you don't think you can take it even one more day You try and try
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I love it when you eat it I love it, I love it You come around No one can do ya the way that I do Boy I wa-a-ant (You) Suck my cockiness Lick my persuasion Eat my words and then Swallow your pride down, down
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I saw goodbye in her eyes We will never make it There's no way to disguise I saw goodbye in your eyes I don't think I can change it Is it just a waste of time One thing that I know for sure I know that I can't change it (Now you see right through me,
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(You're all) Every time the front door shakes Every time I hear the breaks And that long whistle cryin' through the night I'm reminded of the way I feel Gettin' crushed by your wheels tonight Shut up train I'm trying to sleep Can't you show me a little
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In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know
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Only sixteen steps It's only sixteen steps from your door to your bed I should know better with your body next to mine Can't help myself, help myself (only sixteen steps) A mess with it, a mess without it I go down either way Endless shots and countless
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If it's just me, Then it's just me, I'll take the blame, take the shame, walk away, no questions asked Leave the best of me with you and you can leave me in your past No battle cry, no battle scars We're only down one broken heart I guess you're free, if
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I spend my nights down on the wharf In unlit alleyways By the church downtown Where Sally prays Come down sometime We'll share a rusty can of corn... And listen to the radio I love you, I love you, it says...
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Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s
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