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I come home late at night |
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With my boots in my hand |
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Stumble in the back door |
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Being quite as I can |
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And I know she's there in bed |
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Cold and all alone |
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And she's cryin' |
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Because I'm breaking up our home |
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And she knows |
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The hell I'm going through |
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In this world |
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Inside my head |
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There's a devil |
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In the bottle |
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And he want's |
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To see me dead |
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I fall into her arms |
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And she helps me with my clothes |
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I guess she stays on with me |
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Because she really knows |
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That I'm tryin' lord |
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To find my freedom |
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By escaping to the only |
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Freedom I've ever known |
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And she knows |
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The hell I'm going through |
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In this world |
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Inside my head |
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There's a devil |
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In the bottle |
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And he want's |
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To see me dead |
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Yes,there's a devil |
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In the bottle |
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And he want's |
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To see me dead |
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And it's killing her |
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Watching me die this way |
