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Phoebe Snow I Can T Complain

, boy Just because of you I go to the same old places I see the same old faces I look at the same old sky See it all with brand new eye I got a brand

Send me word that you'd rather see me dead I'm goin', I'm goin', your cryin' won't make me stay I'm goin', I'm goin', cryin' won't make me stay More

I did And each time I tell myself that I When I think I've had enough I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you, baby That a woman can be tough I want you to come

even sad later on There's no one blinder than he who won't see it And it's a shame if you don't share your love with me Love with me And I can't help