| I got a right to be wrong, I got a right to be lonely when you’re gone
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| I’ll get out around, tear up my own home town
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| Get drunked up, locked up, wind up in the lost and found
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| I got a right to be wrong
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| Well it’s so easy to give advice, when you ain’t the one who got to pay the
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| price
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| Your up on a hill telling me I got to sink or swim
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| Oh, it ain’t nothing to you to make me want to kill you
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| I can’t believe you’re leavin' me for him
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| I got a right to be wrong
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| Hey, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around
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| Babe, you got the right moves, for puttin' me through school
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| Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I’m still your fool
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| I got you down in my song, I got a right to be wrong
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| I’ve been convicted, evicted, restricted, served with a letter sent to whom it
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| may concern
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| But I’m still around, still in town
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| A lesson hard learned nearly got me down
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| It’s a cryin' shame, you don’t even know my name
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| It’s like a low down lonesome song
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| I got a right to be wrong
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| Hey, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around
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| Babe, you got the right moves for puttin' me through school
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| Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I’m still your fool
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| I got you down in my song, I got a right to be wrong |