| I left a fine, a fine, young woman back home
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| Life is a drag, yeah, she’s all alone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, the life that I had
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| But don’t get me wrong, you know it’s not all bad
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| Because your eyes, your eyes, when I look in your eyes
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| I don’t think about her at all and that she’s crying
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| Your hair, your hair, I could swim in your hair
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| You asked me to leave, and you thought I wouldn’t dare
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| I used to pay to get my shoes shined
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| I think I used to have a car
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| Got a couple of children
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| I don’t care where they are
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| I played the CC on Saturday
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| I shot a 72
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| I left it all Sunday
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| It was the day I met you
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| How long, how long, how long can this last?
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| By the way you didn’t mention any of your past
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| I had a job, a job, a high-paying job
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| Now I’m a son of a b—
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| Who’s willing to rob.
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| And steal, and steal, just to survive
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| That’s how you like it, girl, living barely alive
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| You’re shady, you’re shady like the tint on the glass
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| But I couldn’t care less ‘cause this thing is a gas |