| When I was seventeen
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| My blood was gasoline
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| No matter where I turned
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| I got my fingers burned
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| But then I turned twenty one
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| No fear of anyone
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| I always let them know
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| If they were friend or foe
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| I remember very well
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| Way back then I went through hell
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| Well, oh, well
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| I remember very well
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| Way back then I went through hell
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| Always thought I was smart
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| Never played it from the heart
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| I never listened to
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| My daddy’s point of view
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| And though I wish I had
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| Things they turned out so bad
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| I wouldn’t go back there if I could
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| I wouldn’t go back there
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| I wouldn’t go back there, no
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| Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
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| Don’t ever go back there
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| Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
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| Don’t ever go back there
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| Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
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| Don’t ever go back there
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| Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
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| Don’t ever go back there again
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| I’ll never go, I’ll never go
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| Don’t go back there
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| I’ll never go, I’ll never go |