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Well i heard you in the back room |
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Your friends had a laugh on me |
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Passed my name through the cantina |
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Yeah your face was hard to read |
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Something in your demeanor |
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Should of given you away |
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But i was desperate for a friend |
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I was getting used to making mistakes |
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Well i went down hard |
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Like billy the kid |
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Yeah, i went down hard |
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Yeah, but i got up again |
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I remember you my baby |
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I remember you so well |
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And your house out in the suburbs |
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You had your wishing well |
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They say be careful who you believe |
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Be careful who you trust |
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Did you smile when you pulled the trigger |
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That dropped me in the dust |
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Well, i went down hard |
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Like billy the kid |
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Yeah, i went down hard |
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Yeah, but i got up again |
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Well, you caught me in the bedroom |
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Cotton fever in a sweat |
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I was fighting for recovery |
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But i wasn't giving up yet |
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You offered no assistance |
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Yeah, you looked at me and you lied |
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Oh it really stunned me |
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When you went to the other side |
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I went down hard |
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Like billy the kid |
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Yeah, i went down hard |
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Oh, but i got up again |
