| The door slammed, you walked away
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| His arm around you, i heard you say
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| I never loved him, i love but you
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| Lord, these cra-a-a-zy blues
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| I’m going down town to buy a gun
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| Gimme that long black shiny one
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| I’m gonna end it, my troubles loose
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| Lord, these cra-a-a-zy blues
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| I made you my queen, both night and day
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| Snap your little finger and i’d be your slave
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| You didn’t wanna wear the crown
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| Didn’t wanna be queen
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| You got the kind of lovin' makes me wanna scream
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| So roll me over, roll me slow
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| The wounds that i made, they hurt me so
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| The wounds that you made, they hurt me too
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| And lord, these cra-a-a-zy blues
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| I made you my queen, both night and day
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| Snap your little finger and i’d be your slave
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| You didn’t wanna wear the crown
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| Didn’t wanna be queen
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| You got the kind of lovin' makes me wanna scream
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| So roll me over, roll me slow
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| The wounds that i made, they hurt me so
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| The wounds that you made, they hurt me too
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| And lord, these cra-a-a-zy blues |