| Sinners come, sinners go
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| Commit a crime, and you gotta lay low
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| I know it’s true but it seems like such a shame
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| When you thought you had me that I had you again
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| This ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| This ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| Long black hair, big brown eyes
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| Can you keep a secret, I said with a smile
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| You say you love me but I think that it’s a lie
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| 'Cause everytime I say hello you say goodbye
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| White trash low class, baby you’re a liar
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| But I don’t care cause you set my soul on fire
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| You try and tell me that there’s not another man
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| Is that why I found you playin' with the band
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| Don’t tell me about society’s crime
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| This ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| This ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| Don’t tell me about society’s crime
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| You got everything money can buy
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| Still you wonder why…
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| You gotta know this ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| This ain’t heaven
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| Better get used to it… oh
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| Sixteen meth queen, high on crack
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| Little darling’s givin' heart attack
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| Don’t try and tell that your love was true
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| You don’t want to know what I really think of you
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| This ain’t heaven, ain’t no lie
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| This ain’t heaven
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| This ain’t heaven, 's a crime
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| This ain’t heaven |