| If it ain’t broke, you can bet that I’m gonna break it
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| If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it
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| Where there’s smoke, my pocket lighter sparked the fire
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| Where there’s blue lights, just read me my rights
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| No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
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| I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change
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| So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
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| I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame
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| Where there’s a love, I tell ya, girl, I love to hate it
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| Where there’s a do not touch, my finger print done stained it
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| Where there’s a train wreck, sit on back and watch me crash
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| Where there’s a what, you say, damn right I said it
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| No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
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| I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change
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| So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
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| I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame
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| For breaking your heart, taking this living a little too hard
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| Drinking too much and playing too loud, where there’s a scar I carved it out
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| No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
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| I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change
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| So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
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| I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame
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| I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame |