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I tell tales, tall as cliffs, you've got a lisp |
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Kid, those things are hard to miss like my cripple cough |
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All your weekends lost by the lake |
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Where you said |
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I needed be afraid |
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Of all those devils on the wall |
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That make a fella small |
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When he's feelin' brave |
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They take his wine away |
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There were posters on the wall |
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I swear my mother saw |
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That I'd been up all night |
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Up all night |
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And you came well equipped |
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With a gun on your hip and some poison on your lips |
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But when we wake up in our make up |
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We'll be clean, we won't have nowhere to be |
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Oh, but I can't talk to you the way |
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I've wanted to |
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I've been tellin' lies but |
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I'll tell you the truth |
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Oh, I can't talk to you the way |
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I've wanted to |
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I've been tellin' lies but |
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I'll tell you the truth |
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Darling, I'm tired and |
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I should be leaving, leaving |
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You know I'm tired and |
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I should be leaving, leaving tonight |
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Darling, I'm tired and |
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I should be leaving, leaving |
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You know I'm tired and |
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I should be leaving |
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And you'll hang like the rest |
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We'll leave a noose on the attorney's desk |
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And take to the streets, chant like an army |
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And doctor up this disease |
