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I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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And then, baby, I'm through |
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Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference |
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Except maybe to you |
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But I've tried to use that trick |
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Like a carrot on a stick |
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So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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Then, baby, I'm through |
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I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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And then, baby, I'm done |
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One less fucker trying to get in the business |
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Of the prodigal son |
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Where I know I can't compete |
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Once I'm off of Hastings Street |
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So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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Then, baby, I'm done |
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'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober |
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And I've been this way since the end of October |
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And I know enough to know |
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That, baby, when it's over, it's over |
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And it's over |
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'Cause, baby, I'm done |
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I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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And then call it a day |
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Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness |
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To my moral decay |
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And that, once upon a time |
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I believed it was a victimless crime |
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I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
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Then call it a day |
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Then call it a day |
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Then call it a day |
