| She likes a man with a broken nose
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| Lucky for me, I suppose
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| Shots coming in like the monthly bills
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| Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill
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| Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own
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| You take your medicine and go home
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| You take it like a man, on the chin
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| And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in
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| Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
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| And I don’t want to hear no more advice
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| Just give me my clothes
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| Get me out of this place
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| How many more stitches in my face?
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| Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
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| Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
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| He had the punch lines, I was the joke
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| Every shot felt like something broke
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| It was all much more than a man should stand
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| And I finally went down to a big right hand
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| You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| You carry ‘em home
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| You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
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| You carry ‘em home |