| Thin line
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| Walking a thin line
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| Staying out late at night
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| I’m not happy
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| Feeling low
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| It’s so hard these days
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| To play my cards right
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| It’s about time
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| To start the show
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| I got tickets for my
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| Friends that want to go
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| And I wish you’d come down
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| Just come on by
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| Oh, I need your easy roll
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| Around of a good time
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| 'Cause I want whiskey when I’m sick
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| And a man when I’m well
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| But it’s nice to have them both sometimes
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| When I feel like raising hell
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| So don’t try and save me
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| I’ll be just fine
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| I’m getting used to
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Some days I try hard
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| To watch my mouth
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| To say the right things
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| But the wrong just slip right out
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| Oh, I ain’t no Southern belle
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| No Georgia peach
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| I guess all my good graces
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| Are too far out of reach
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| I sleep so deep each night
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| I’m lying in the bed we made
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| And when I get you off, babe
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| Well you know it’s give and take
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| So I don’t feel bad
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| When I get mine
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| Oh, I’m getting used to
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Sometimes I’m doing things
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| Half-ass wrong
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| Sometimes the words I sing
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| Are just some half-ass song
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| I get lost
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| And I get found
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| Oh, and I’ll be good until I need another round
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| 'Cause I want whiskey when I’m sick
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| And a man when I’m well
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| But it’s nice to have them both sometimes
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| When I feel like raising hell
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| So don’t try and save me
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| I’ll be just fine
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| Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line
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| No, don’t try and save me
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| I’ll be just fine
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| Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line
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| Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line |