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Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad |
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When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can |
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And break it to my Grandma, who said "That boy's wild and bad" |
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Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won't be coming home again |
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Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive |
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Fightin for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone |
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Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive |
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God I wanna go home |
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Lord I wish I was home |
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When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes |
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Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries |
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Tell her that I love her and I will till the day I die |
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Break it to her gently when you tell her that I won't be coming home again |
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I got in too deep with strangers |
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Thinking they could help me find my way |
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But nobody warned me of the dangers |
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And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay |
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So break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad |
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Thank them for the good years and all the lovin' that I had |
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And break it to my Grandma, who said "the boy is wild and bad" |
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Break it to them gently when you tell 'em that I won't be comin' home again |
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Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive |
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Fightin' for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone |
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Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive |
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God I wanna go home |
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Lord I wish I was home |
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You gotta break it to them gently |
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You gotta break it to them gently |
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You gotta really try and soothe them |
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You gotta really try and soothe them |
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You gotta roll it to my mother |
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You gotta roll it to my grandma |
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Roll the old lady |
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Roll it to my mother |
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And my sister and my brother |
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Roll the old lady |
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Roll it to my grandma |
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Because she's damn near 80 |
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And Roll the old lady |
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Roll it to my mother |
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My sister and my brother |
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Break it to them gently when you tell them |
