| Well, it’s said my life is been so free and easy
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| But I’ll tell you now the story isn’t so
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| Cause I’ve spent a lot of time down on the corner
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| Tasting tears and spilling whisky on the floor
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| Such a shame that it’s so hard from me
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| To tell the truth to you
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| But by now you know the kind of man I am;
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| So don’t turn your pretty face away from me, dear
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| Cause there’s kids and this game don’t understand
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| One more night like this would put me six feet under
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| But my heart will still be fighting for your love
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| Just remember, little darling, that I love you
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| And kiss the children for me, please, before you go
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| So don’t play this crazy game with me no longer
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| Cause I won’t be able to resist my rage
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| And the gun that’s hangin on the kitchen wall, dear
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| Is like the road sign pointing straight to satan’s cage
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| And the gun that’s hangin on the kitchen wall, dear
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| Is like the road sign pointing straight to satan’s cage |