| Whoa
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| You live your life in sin
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| Tell me sweet little lies with this hell in your eyes screaming bloody murder
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| Whoa
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| Beat me like a dog
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| Always acting crazy got your finger on the trigger you don’t fucking realise
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| Nobody knows
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| Ain’t nobody’s business how my baby treats me
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up crazy
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| Grab my gun and kill my baby
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up crazy
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| Grab my gun and kill my baby
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone
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| I’m falling deeper into the recesses of my mind
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| The cracks are closing in on me
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| I’ve watched the light begin fading further away
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| The darkness is closing in on me
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| Nobody knows
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| Ain’t nobody’s business how my baby treats me
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up crazy
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| Grab my gun and kill my baby
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up crazy
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| Grab my gun and kill my baby
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone
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| Nobody knows
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| Ain’t nobody’s business how my baby treats me
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up crazy
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| Grab my gun and kill my baby
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone
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| One o' these days I’ll grab my smith and Wesson
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| Gun her down teach her a lesson
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| One o' these days I’ll wake up alone. |