| You just can’t trust them pretty girls
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| They’re only here to wreck your world
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| And make sure you never get to sleep at night
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| I don’t know the reasons why
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| They all wanna hang you out to dry
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| Till' you ain’t got strength enough left to fight
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| Oh but I’m in trouble
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| Like I know you’re bound to get in trouble too
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| And I know that it won’t be long
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| Before the man you love is loving someone new
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| I walked up to the river bridge and
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| Stood myself up on the ledge and
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| Screamed out to everyone: «let me be»
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| I got me a worried mind
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| Gonna find me a worried kind
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| Of girl, who’s lonesome just like me
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| And I know I’m just one of your poor boys
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| That you swore you’d never leave behind
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| And I can see right through you
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| And I know that you’re not my kind
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| Now all my money’s gone
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| To someplace that it don’t belong
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| I’m singing the broken-down-poorboy blues
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| I ain’t got nothing to my name
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| But nothing is my favorite game to play
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| Cause there’s never anything to lose |