| Line | Song | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| But you'll find the real thing insteadShe'll patch up your tapestry that I shred | champagne problems | 98%
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| Este's been losin' sleepHer husband's actin' different and it smells like infidelity | no body no crime | 96%
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| But I come back stronger than a '90s trend.Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark | willow | 96%
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| We could call it evenYou could call me "babe" for the weekend | 'tis the damn season | 93%
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| 'Cause I fell from the pedestal; Right down the rabbit hole__ __ __, it was a bad time | long story short | 91%
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| Never be so kind, You forget to be cleverNever be so clever, You forget to be kind | majorie | 91%
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| Time went on for everybody else, she won't know itShe's still twenty-three inside her fantasy | right where you left me | 91%
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| I wait by the door like I'm just a kidUse my best colours for your portrait | tolerate it | 89%
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| I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flushI don't like that anyone would die | gold rush | 87%
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| My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.Taking mine, | ivy | 84%
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| You had some tricks up your sleeveTakes one to know one | cowboy like me | 82%
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| But it's never too late to come back to my sideThe stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo | dorothea | 82%
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| Yes, I got your letterYes, I'm doing bettеr | closure | 80%
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| And I was catchin' my breathBarefoot in the wildest winter, catchin' my death | evermore | 78%
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| The sight that flashed before me was your face; But when I walked up to the podium; I think that I forgot your name | coney island | 73%
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| That old familiar body acheThe snaps from the same little breaks in your soul | it's time to go | 71%
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| Past the blood and bruise; Past the curses and cries; Beyond the terror in the nightfall | happiness | 67%
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