| Look at you, knocking at my door
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| Ahh, what’d he do, he hasn’t done before?
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| It’s the same old story, song, and dance
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| You’re always good for one more chance
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| Ahh, look at you, knocking at my door
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| You saw a light; |
| I saw a freight train coming
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| I tried to tell you he was no damn good
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| You heard bells; |
| I heard the hammer falling
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| He ran you down like I said he would
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| Baby, pin a rose on me
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| Baby, pin a rose on me
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| It’s a dead end road; |
| yeah, it’s a trail of tears
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| It’s a heavy load that drops you here
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| Well, it tears me up to see you run back to him
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| Over and over, time and again
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| Oh, it’s a dead end road; |
| aw, it’s a trail of tears
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| You saw a light; |
| I saw a freight train coming
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| I tried to tell you he was no damn good
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| You heard bells; |
| I heard the hammer falling
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| He ran you down like I said he would
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| Oh, baby, pin a rose on me
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| Baby, pin a rose on me
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| You saw a light; |
| I saw a freight train coming
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| I tried to tell you he was no damn good
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| You heard bells; |
| I heard the hammer falling
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| He ran you down like I said he would
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| Baby, pin a rose on me
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| Oh, baby, pin a rose on me |