| Over there in the shadow
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| Or hanging out in the corner of my mind
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| Stringing up the gallow
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| Waiting on me to cross that line
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| That man’s dangerous as hell, a threat to himself
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| If he got out there’d be hell to pay
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| And that’s why my dark side don’t ever see the light of day
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| I slowed down on the whiskey
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| Cause there always came a point
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| When I’d have one too many
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| Tear down every wall in that joint
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| I got a wife and got a son
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| That don’t know half the stuff I’ve done
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| And I pray that’s the way it stays
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| And that’s why my dark side don’t ever see the light of day
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| You can blame it on my rebel raisin', blame it on the south
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| You can blame it on the words I try to keep here in my mouth
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| It takes a lot to start me up but once that hammer drops
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| You don’t want to be the one that tries to make me stop
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| All you thugs and ugly mugs dealing drugs and making noise
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| You can kill each other all you want
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| But if you touch my little boy
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| You begging for this bullet will be the last thing that you say
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| Before I let my dark side, ha ha, come out to play |