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No shopping, no choice
I can't stay here and listen to your voice
I'll be gone before you're home
And if you want to know where I went to
Baby, you can read it in my note
It says I went to be alone
Yeah, babe
I know I make about twice the money you make
But of course, I'm never called a stupid whore or a fake
And I don't structure my life around fear of murder, dismemberment, or rape
But I hardly see what that has to do with our relationship
Now if you want to know where I went to
Baby, you can read it in my note
It says I went to be alone
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