| I’m gonna build a private graveyard
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| On the outskirts of town
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| And if my baby don’t get home tonight
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| I’m a-gonna lower her down
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| 'Cause it ain’t right
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| Lord, no, ev’rything ain’t right
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| I saw her out just the other night
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| She was really on a spree
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| She was makin' love to some other guy
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| Right there in front of me
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| That ain’t right
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| Unt-uh, no, ev’rything ain’t right
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| But I’m a-gonna buy her pretty things
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| And try to change her mind
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| 'Cause I gotta have her with me tonight
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| I need her lovin' all of the time
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| My heart ain’t right
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| Lord, no, ev’rything ain’t right
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| I could build the highest bridges
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| Over waters deep and wide
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| To have her love back with me again
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| It would ease this pain inside
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| The world ain’t right
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| Unt-uh, no, ev’rything ain’t right
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| And I find myself in darkness
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| You took away the light
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| And I know there’s never been a fool
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| Like me, before tonight
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| That ain’t right
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| Lord, no, ev’rything ain’t right
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| But I think I’ll write my will out
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| And sign it before too long
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| You ain’t a-gonna spend my money, unt-uh
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| Not after this poor boy’s gone
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| That wouldn’t be right
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| Lord, no, ev’rything ain’t right… |