| I didn’t use you but I wish I had
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| I never liked you but I wish I did
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| But I wish I did
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| Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
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| Or your Southern hospitality
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| Your voice has a sing song quality
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| And bones were made to be broken
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| And bones were made to be broken
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| Yes, alright, I can
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| With sunburned lips I can bitch
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| Yes, alright, I can
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| With sunburned lips I can bitch
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer
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| Paste eaters like this sad season
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| Strong women gripe
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| And bite your heavy tongues
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| And bite your heavy tongues
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| Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
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| And on Southern hospitality
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| Your voice has a sing song quality
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| And bones were made to be broken
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| And bones were made to be broken
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| Yes, alright, I can
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| With sunburned lips I can bitch
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| Yes, alright, I can
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| With sunburned lips I can bitch
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer
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| About another stupid summer |