| Used to be a cop, but I got to be too jumpy
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| I used to like to party till I coughed up half a lung
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| Sometimes late at night I hear the beat a-bumping
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| I reach for my holster and I wake up all alone
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| Used to have a wife but she told me I was crazy
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| Said she couldn’t stand the way I fidget all the time
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| Sometimes late at night I circle round the house
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| I look through the windows and I dream that she’s still mine
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| I got scars on my back from the way my Daddy raised me
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| I used to have a family until I got divorced
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| I’ve gone too far from the things that could save me
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| I used to be a cop, but they kicked me off the force
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| I used to be a cop, till they kicked me off the force
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| Used to have a car, but the bank came and took it
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| Paying for a house that that bitch lives in now
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| Children that we had won’t even look at me
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| Guess there’s nothing left to lose, nothing matters anyhow
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| Got a scar on my arm from the bullet that once grazed me
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| I keep it in a box to remind me where I’ve been
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| That thin blue line was the only thing that could save me
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| I used to have a badge but they made me turn it in
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| And I used to play football, but I wasn’t big enough for college
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| But I passed the entrance exam first try, and on my way
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| Police Academy gave me the only thing I was ever good at
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| But my temper and the shakes, and they took that thing away
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| Used to have a wife, but she just couldn’t deal
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| With the anger and the tension that was welling inside of me
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| Sometimes late at night, I circle round the house
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| I look through the window and I remember how it used to be
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| I look through the windows and I remember how it used to be |