Dead love couldn't go no further
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Proud of and disgusted by her
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Push shove, a little bruised and battered
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Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you
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My life's a bit more colder
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Dead wife is what I told her
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Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
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Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
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My squeeze
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The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells
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Knocks me on my knees
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It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
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Hang me on a tree
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After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company
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Dead love couldn't go no further
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Proud of and disgusted by her
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Push shove, a little bruised and battered
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Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you
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My life's a bit more colder
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Dead wife is what I told her
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Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
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Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
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My squeeze
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The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells
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Knocks me on my knees
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It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
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Hang me on a tree
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After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company
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In hell I'll be in good company
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In hell I'll be in good company |