| She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind
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| She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy
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| From her big brown coat she puller a silver knife
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| As she held it in her hand, her heart was racing
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| You’re low down and dirty, and I love the way you do
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| If I stay i’ll never find my way back home
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| Its been nine long years since you took my hand
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| I’ll never understand what made you do it
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| And how you twisted up my soul, through me in a hole
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| I didn’t come this far to see you through it
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| You’re low down and dirty, and I love the way you do
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| If I stay i’ll never find my way back home
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| Babe, I’m sorry for you, but it’s what I have to do
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| You died that night beneath the leaves have fallen
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| And the devil will stand by; |
| smilin' bright, his pitchfork high
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| A ghost from all these graves will come a callin'
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| You’re low down and dirty, and I love the way you do
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| If I stay i’ll never find my way back home
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| So she stabbed him in the heart
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| Her shinning blade it ripped apart
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| His skin and pierced thought the center
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| And I lay my body down, through me on the ground
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| And cover me so I can hide from my dominator
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| You’re low down and dirty
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| So low down
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| You’re low down and dirty, and I love the way you do. |
| (x3)
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| If I stay i’ll never find my way back home |