| The little pieces of truth
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| they stick around forever
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| I should have known about you
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| before we got together
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| But we did it
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| yeah we done it
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| I wonder what did i get myself into
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| with you
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| When i piece it together, baby,
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| I put so many holes in you
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| Yeah, you
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| Little pieces of sticks
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| and a bucket of stones
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| I’m afraid i’ll be leaving you all alone
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| But i come back around
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| got some pieces of truth
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| Even though it won’t make no difference to you-
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| Yeah, you
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| Digging trouble
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| with a shovel
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| You serve it up in so many different ways
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| Now i got so burned that i learned
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| not to hear another word that you say
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| But we did it,
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| Yeah you done it,
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| What the fuck did i get myself into
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| with you
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| When i piece it together baby,
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| I put so many holes in you
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| Digging trouble
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| with your shovel
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| You serve it up in so many different ways
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| Now i got so burned that i learned
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| not to hear another word —
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| Don’t mess with the mess-around
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| Broadway
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| I, I’m just killing time now
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| I do it all the time now
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| and it’s killing me
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| I, I polish off the bottle
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| I’m throwing down the throttle
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| Drinking gasoline
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| Now I’m on my way
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| Driving down Broadway
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| Wasting all my time
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| And I won’t be late
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| Cause I’m on the brake (?)
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| So don’t hesitate
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| Never make it out
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| And it’s killing me
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| Do, Do you get the feeling?
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| That you’ve been bleeded (?)
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| Cause now you’re bleeding me
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| You, You’re spilling all the wine now
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| On Hollywood and Vine now
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| It’s Lushotology
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| Now I’m on my way
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| Driving down Broadway
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| Wasting all my time
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| And I won’t be late
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| Cause I’m on the brake (?)
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| So don’t hesitate
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| Never make it out
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| and it’s killing me
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| and it’s killing me
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| (awesome guitar stuff)
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| I, I’m just killing time now
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| I do it all the time now
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| and it’s killing me
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| I, I polish off the bottle
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| I’m throwing down the throttle
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| Drinking gasoline
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| Now I’m on my way
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| Driving down Broadway
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| Wasting all my time
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| And I won’t be late
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| Cause I’m on the brake
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| So don’t hesitate
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| Never make it out
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| And it’s killing me (x3) |