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I did a sick, sick thing to my love. |
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My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up. |
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And she cooked me food. |
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She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key. |
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She left her man and attended to me. |
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And don't call me that. |
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Don't claim you love me, |
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Cause you know that ain't true. |
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My dire affliction I'll attribute to you. |
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And you're finally free |
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To twist and turn like a skeleton key. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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I did a horrible thing to that girl. |
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I bred my misery and drowned it in her. |
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And she got me high, |
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And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes. |
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And I miss you less and less everyday. |
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And it's true the whiskey's helped to wash you away. |
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And it's clear to see, |
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You're nothing special. |
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You're a skeleton key. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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You've gotta let me know. |
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Whooo! |
