| I remember the old saying daddy used to say
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| He’d say «Son, watch your back cuz misery loves company»
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| I never understood what it meant
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| 'Till this happened
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| She put you out with no place to go
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| You call me up, and I came right on over
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| Said you had a few problems
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| You knew you were wrong
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| Wanted to get yourself right
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| So I let you stay at my home
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| When I started peepin' you makin' eyes at my boo
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| Goin' out your way to be all up in her face
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| Me and her would be in bed doin' what we do
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| Then I dunno where, she’d ask me things I only told you
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| Misery loves company
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| I thought you were a friend to me
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| But right is right
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| And wrong is wrong
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| So pack your bags
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| Brother, you on your own
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| (Step on step on step on)
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| Get to steppin' brotha'
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| You’re on your own
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| (Step on step on step on)
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| My man, my man, my brother, my homey yeah
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| (Step on step on step on)
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| A lesson learned, but told long ago
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| Keep enemies close, but friends even closer
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| (Tell the truth)
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| See happiness breeds envy
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| Don’t ever say the words
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| «It'll never, never, never, never happen to me»
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| Oh cuz
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| One day you’ll close your eyes
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| And then to your surprise
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| You open them and see
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| Somebody been all up in your cherry tree
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| Then that’ll be the day
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| That you’ll lose your mind
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| Just spending time writing letters
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| In a cell doing 20 to life
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| Get to movin' homey
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| Get to goin', boy
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| You act like you don’t know me
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| Get your move on
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| Oh no, no, no
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| It’s a low down dirty shame
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| When your so-called friends start playin' games
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| They know how to get to you
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| All inside, all up in your business
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| Start breakin' up your family too
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| Your family took him in as one of them
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| And as time gone by they don’t even care
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| No respect, they moved on
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| And here comes jealousy
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| But they had the same, the same opportunities as you do
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| So you got to tell him, get to steppin' brother
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| Cuz you ain’t nothing, you ain’t no good
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| You ain’t no good, you ain’t no friend of mine
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| Testify now, this evening
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| Raise your hands this evening
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| Said you was the one, you was my best friend
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| You was my best friend
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| You was my
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| Brother, friend, homey through thick and thin
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| Misery, misery, misery
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| Brother, a friend, my homey through thick and thin
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| Misery, misery, misery |