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Well, it's said my life is been so free and easy |
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But I'll tell you now the story isn't so, |
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Cause I've spent a lot of time down on the corner |
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Tasting tears and spilling whisky on the floor |
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Such a shame that it's so hard from me |
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To tell the truth to you, |
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But by now you know the kind of man I am; |
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So don't turn your pretty face away from me, dear |
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Cause there's kids and this game don't understand |
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One more night like this would put me six feet under |
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But my heart will still be fighting for your love |
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Just remember, little darling, that I love you |
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And kiss the children for me, please, before you go. |
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So don't play this crazy game with me no longer |
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Cause I won't be able to resist my rage |
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And the gun that's hangin on the kitchen wall, dear |
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Is like the road sign pointing straight to satan's cage. |
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And the gun that's hangin on the kitchen wall, dear |
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Is like the road sign pointing straight to satan's cage. |
