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Cocaine flame in my bloodstream |
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Sold my coat when I hit Spokane |
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Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes |
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In the early mornin' rain |
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Lately my hands they don't feel like mine |
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My eyes been stung with dust and blind |
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Held you in my arms one time |
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Lost you just the same |
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Jolene, I ain't about to go straight, it's too late |
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I found myself face down in a ditch |
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Booze in my hair, blood on my lips |
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A picture of you holding a picture of me |
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In the pocket of my blue jeans |
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Still don't know what love means |
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Still don't know what love means |
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Jolene, Jolene |
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Been so long since I seen your face |
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Felt a part of this human race |
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I've been living out of this |
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Here suitcase for way too long |
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Man needs something he can hold onto |
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Nine pound hammer or a woman like you |
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Either one of them things will do |
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Jolene, I ain't about to go straight, it's too late |
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I found myself face down in a ditch |
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Booze in my hair, blood on my lips |
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A picture of you holding a picture of me |
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In the pocket of my blue jeans |
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Still don't know what love means |
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Still don't know what love means |
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Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |
