| Well I don’t need you hangin' round my door
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| Tryin' to drag me back down to the shore
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| And I ain’t gonna drink your dirty water no more
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| Well I got wet from my head down to my legs
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| And I drank dirty water down to the dregs
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| But I won’t do it again I don’t care who begs
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| Dirty water — now what’s that for
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| Dirty water — I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| You got a lie underneath your tongue where it
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| Can’t be seen
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| And you want to put the truth on guillotine
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| But you might as well put out a fire with gasoline
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| Well you can serve dirty water from a golden cup
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| You can try to lock up the truth but the door won’t shut
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| 'Cause the truth just keeps comin' out like blood from a cut
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| Dirty water — now what’s that for
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| Dirty water — I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| You can try to sweeten dirty water up with grenadine
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| But I can still read you just like a magazine
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| And I ain’t gonna drink no more till the water runs clean
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| Dirty water — now what’s that for
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| Dirty water — I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| I ain’t drinkin' no more
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| Baby you got the kind of love that I can’t afford
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| And I don’t have a taste for what’s in that glass you poured
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| Now I ain’t gonna drink that dirty water no more |