| Oh God, God, she’s really done it now,
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| Coked up, her body’s all spun around,
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| Oh yeah, yeah, she’s really done it,
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| And seein' her just isn’t something I can stomach,
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| Back it up, back it up,
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| If you talkin' shit to me,
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| Smack it up, smack it up,
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| If you act a bitch to me,
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| Stack it up, stack it up,
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| If you fuckin' rich as me,
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| My daddy owns a dealership,
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| The rest is fuckin' history
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| This ain’t a love song (oh no),
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| This ain’t a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he’s lonely,
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| This ain’t a love song (oh, no, no, no),
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| This ain’t a whiskey-drowned ballad,
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| There ain’t nothing here that’s valid,
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| So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
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| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
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| Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
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| God dammit, I just can’t do it alone
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| I can’t do it alone,
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| I can’t do it alone,
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| No, I can’t do it alone
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| Oh no, no, I’m not impressed with you,
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| Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you,
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| Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
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| I’d talk but you took the tongue I talk with
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| Back it up, back it up,
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| If you talkin' shit to me,
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| Smack it up, smack it up,
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| If you act a bitch to me,
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| Stack it up, stack it up,
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| If you fuckin' rich as me,
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| My daddy owns a dealership,
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| The rest is fuckin' history
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| This ain’t a love song (oh no),
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| This ain’t a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he’s lonely,
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| This ain’t a love song (oh, no, no, no),
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| This ain’t a whiskey-drowned ballad,
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| There ain’t nothing here that’s valid,
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| So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
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| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
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| Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
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| God dammit, I just can’t do it alone
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| I can’t do it alone,
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| I can’t do it alone,
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| No, I can’t do it alone
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| I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
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| But it’s that much better if I blame it on a person,
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| I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
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| But it’s that much better if I blame it on a person
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| So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
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| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
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| Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
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| God dammit, I just can’t do it alone
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| So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
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| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
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| Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
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| God dammit, I just can’t do it alone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Can't Do It Alone , by - 3OH!3. Song from the album Want (Deluxe), in the genre Поп