| Everybody loves the beauty queen sister
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| But she always got the broken heart
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| 'Cause she work hard to keep what God gave her
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| But the devil he’s just pulling it apart
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| Hang on tight
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| Hang on tight now
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| Mama’s got a friend name Monkeyman
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| With a two-seater bike
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| And a tattoo stand
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| He’s gonna take me for that ride
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| He knows I’ve been losing ground most of my life
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| Hang on tight
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| Hang on tight now
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| Daddy prayed so hard
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| That Jesus came down and took him
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| Left me speaking in tongues
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| And hungry for something
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| So I fed the family, I changed out the sparks
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| But every day I gained, another fell apart
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| Hang on tight now
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| Hey little sister, I dig it okay
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| Looking for the fountain of love
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| Where the wild heart reigns
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| And the knife draws blood
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| And beauty is redeemed
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| But Cherry and Dallas won’t ever be the same
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| Pony watched Johnny die
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| Nothing gold can stay
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| And those street kids and beauty queens
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| They don’t stand a chance
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| So hang on tight…
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| Monkeyman says draw your picture
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| Give it some ink, hear the needle whisper
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| For all the broken hearts and the passing fancies
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| Pull the inside out, when you can
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| Hang on tight
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| Hang on tight now |