| i was born
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| in the middle of a day
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| tears i’ve cried
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| for the rest of my days
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| i spend my life alone
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| away from the weazy bell
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| i’ll never leave your home
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| i’ll never be a slave
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| i pray for my son
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| and i shot the master down
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| i shot the master down
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| i’m walking on a heavy line
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| i walk on a dead line
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| to never be your man
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| i’m walking on a heavy line
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| i pray to catch a dime
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| to never be your man
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| to never be your man
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| Cause i’m feeling like a child
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| who’s begging for you baby
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| who’s waiting for the sun
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| Cause i’m feeling so blind
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| on a cotton field dream
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| it’s burning my soul
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| you see me burning
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| burning for tomorrow
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| and i feel free now
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| baby
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| i’m feeling like a child
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| i’m walking on a heavy line
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| i pray to catch a dime
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| to never be your man
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| Cause i’m feeling so blind
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| on a cotton field dream
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| it’s burning my soul
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| i’ll never leave your home
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| i’ll never be your slave
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| i pray for my son
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| and i shot the master down |