Yeah I'm tired of cryin'
Tired of worrying too
Well I made up my mind baby
What I'm going to do
I got my clothes in a matchbox
I'm gonna forget about you
Well 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
I've gotta fly baby
An' I been thinking harder
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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