| From my humble beginning
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| To our bitter end
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| You were the one who was pretending
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| That I was your orphan
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| In a brownstone apartment in Brooklyn
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| I found a new place to dwell
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| I tore up my ticket to Tennessee
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| And checked out of the Hollywood hotel
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| You can call me a turncoat
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| Challenge my dignity
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| But you were wrong about me
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| Honey you were wrong all along about me
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| Take of your plastic halo
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| But don’t shun the monks inside your head
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| Give it to the gullible grooms
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| Who drink their snake oil beside your bed
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| In your conjured up courtroom
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| My integrity is on trial
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| The prosecution is gathering
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| Evidence from denial
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| You can preach to the choir
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| Say that I’m guilty
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| But you were wrong about me
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| Honey you were wrong all along about me, about me
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| Go tell all your friends about it
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| Tell the boys back home about it
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| Tell your nurses and nuns about it
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| Go tell all your cats about it
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| You were wrong, you were wrong
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| You were wrong, you were wrong
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| You were wrong, you were wrong
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| You were wrong, you were wrong about me
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| You were wrong, you were wrong about me
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| Stubborn cowboys click their boot heels
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| They’re all settling their debts
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| I’m not making any more deals
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| I ain’t placing no more bets
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| Downtown on wall street
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| Where the millionaires smoke their cigars
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| I traded all my savings for a new suit
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| And an electric guitar
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| You could say that I sold out
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| But nobody works for free
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| And you were wrong about me
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| Honey you were wrong all along about me, about me, about me
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| Honey you were wrong all along about me
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| Wrong about me |