| Well she’s the match that I hold in my fingers
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| And I’m lettin' it burn to the nail
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| And I know it’s a pain that’ll linger
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| It’s a woman like that sends a good man to jail
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| And now the cocaine and gin’s got me spinnin'
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| Left in the old lost n found
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| If sorrow’s a game then I’m winnin'
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| Won’t you please, set my feet on the ground
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| So I sat and I thought for a long time
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| Prayin' on what I might do
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| God you never did give me the answer
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| And I can’t stand the thought of another with you
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| And now the cocaine and gin’s got me spinnin'
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| Left in the old lost n found
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| If sorrow’s a game then I’m winnin'
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| Won’t you please, set my feet on the ground
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| Thank you for everything momma
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| For tryin' to raise me up well
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| And I’m sorry I did what I had to do
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| It’s a woman like that sends a good man to hell
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| And now the cocaine and gin’s got me spinnin'
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| Left in the old lost n found
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| If sorrow’s a game then I’m winnin'
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| Won’t you please, set my feet on the ground |