| She crushed my bones, cut out my heart
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| She let it bleed, tore it apart
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| There was no way to keep the promises we made
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| Made up my mind and stole a blade
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| A dagger sharp and I, undignified
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| I cut her throat and hung her up to dry
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| Within my grave I lie awake
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| Entombed in dirt and rattlesnakes
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| This soil is cold, my coffin’s tight
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| I hear the train roll on through the night
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| Gotta find my love and take him down
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| Revenge is bliss on blood-soiled ground
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| Behind bars ain’t no place to be
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| Incarceration will be the death of me
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| I made my way down to Mexico
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| Where my guilty face, no one will know
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| Free as a bird and on my own
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| Just my cover that won’t be blown
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| Now deep down south I make my way
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| I have to make that devil pay
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| So that our eyes lock one last time
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| Before our flesh in death entwined
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| Hell has no fury like a woman scorned
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| My darling man, you’ll curse the day you were born |