| The second time around, you know it really got me down.
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| Sister don’t you judge it, just keep it to yourself now. |
| And
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| If you ain’t got nothing good to say, don’t say nothing at all.
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| I go bitten by the bitter bug, and now I just can’t get enough
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| Of ill will and my own conceit. |
| I’m weary of the world it seems.
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| I’m weary of the world, weary of the world it seems.
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| It’s sort of always gone my way. |
| I’m just a little bit off these
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| Days. |
| Like I’ve had hard knocks all my life, like I’m a Bible
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| Belt wife. |
| Like I didn’t see it coming, like I didn’t walk it
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| Willingly.
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| See, I never want to sing again. |
| La la la like a butterfly.
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| Without my wits about me, without my heart in line.
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| Third time’s a charm and this mine.
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| You said you heard Loretta sing and felt the loneliness
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| Seeping in. The cowboys made you uneasy, you’re a
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| God-fearing lesbian. |
| So you learn not to yearn and you
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| Take it on the chin again.
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| Here’s what I find about compromise-Don't do it if it
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| Hurts inside, cause either way you’re screwed, eventually
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| You’ll find. |
| You may as well feel good; |
| you may as well
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| Have some pride.
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| Come August we’ll go to Cherokee and hear Loretta do
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| Her thing. |
| Pack it into the Indian casino and make the
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| Hillbilly scene, kick up our heels and join in.
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| Are you my ally or my enemy? |
| Do you have
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| Self-loathing or empathy? |
| Can you keep me in your prayers
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| Sister. |
| Can you keep me in there somewhere? |
| And
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| Sister if you ain’t go nothing good to say: don't say
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| Nothing at all. |