| Well I got me a distant story
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| So I wrote me a distant tune
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| Of how they used to bask in the glory
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| And how I wished that I could too
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| Little man, be here tomorrow
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| They said they could change my ways
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| But instead they tried to stone me
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| And I been sleeping right here for a hundred days
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| Lying, giving in
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| Trying to get my day on through
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| Low town, going down
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| Ain’t got nobody to save me
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Getting down from burning up
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Quit trying, baby
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| Just get somebody to save you
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| So I ran from here to El Paso
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| And arrived about half past June
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| Just in time for them to burn me
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| I think I woke up a little too soon
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| Little man, if you’re a preacher
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| Oh then why you been looking so sad?
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| He struck a match and then he burned me
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| Another honest man gone bad
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| Lying, giving in
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| Trying to get my day on through
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| Low town, going down
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| Ain’t got nobody to save me
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Getting down from burning up
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Quit trying, baby
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| Just get somebody to save you
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Getting down from burning up
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| Now you know it’s hard to stop
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| Quit trying, baby
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| Just get somebody to |