| I said, how did I get here?
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| What song did I sing, yeah?
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| And just what have I done
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| To deserve such a thing?
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| You said, I heard all that before
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| So won’t you give it up, baby
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| And stop using me, boy
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| I’ve heard all that before
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| So bring me an apple, I’m crying
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| I’ve been persecuted like a dying man
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| The spirit provides me
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| In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah
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| The spirit it gives
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| But it also can take away
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| You say, I heard all that before
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| So won’t you give it up, baby
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| And stop using me, boy
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| I’ve heard all that before
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| Take a trip on the other side of hell
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| So come bite the apple, I’m run down
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| Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now
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| So please stop to laugh and pity me
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| My soul means well, but I’m sorry
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| My skin, it is weathered
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| And I’m nervous, yes, I am
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| My future was in my hands
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| Till I washed it all away
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| I washed it all away, washed it all away
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| I said get along, little sister
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| I heard you’re doing well
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| I heard you’re doing well
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| I said get along, little sister
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| Heard you’re doing well
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| Said get along, little sister
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| Heard you’re doing well
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| I heard you’re doing well
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| I said get along, little sister
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| Heard you’re doing well
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| I heard you’re doing well
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| I said show me to you
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| Said between
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| Send me song
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| Sing me a real real song
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| Sing me real song
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| Sing me real song
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| Come on, yeah
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| Come on, come
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| Sing that song
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| Sing that song
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| Sing song |