| I got a suitcase full of sin
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| I’m not looking for no kind of trouble, it just followed me in
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| And I could use a little help from one of you suckers
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| But I-I-I-I-I don’t know where to begin, don’t know where to begin
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| I can’t take no more
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| Because I never, I never, I’ll never be bad
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| I promise not to ever be bad again
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| No more, no more
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| They wanna see me at the gates of heaven
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| Dressed to the nines, also known as little Ms 47
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| Well, I got free tickets to heaven
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| I ain’t gonna waste
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| Fine line between freedom and being caught again
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| No this shit never ends
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| I can’t take no more
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| Because I never, I never, I’ll never be bad
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| I promise not to ever be bad again
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| No more, no more
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| Three little girls, hair tied in a bow
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| Line up 'em
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| Bang, bang, bang in a row
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| I’ll light 'em up
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| Boy, boy you better get close
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| Better the devil, you know?
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| Three little girls, hair tied in a bow
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| Line up 'em
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| Bang, bang, bang in a row
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| I’ll light 'em up
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| Boy, boy you better get close
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| Better the devil, you know?
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| No more
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| I can’t free myself
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| And Lord, I need your help
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| Because I never, I never, I’ll never be bad
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| I promise not to ever be bad again
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| No more, no more
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| I got a suitcase full of sin
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| I’m not looking for no kind of trouble, it just followed me in
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| And I could use a little help from one of you suckers
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| But I-I-I-I-I don’t know where to begin, don’t know where to begin |