| He’s born sinner
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| Does it make it right that he gets it wrong?
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| She’s a cold-blooded killer
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| But loves her open arms
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| It’s your way to go your way
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| Won’t touch the bottle again
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| 'Til you give him a glass
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| Think of all the money you spend
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| Spare a penny for your thoughts?
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| It’s your way to go your way
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| (Yeah, man! Let it up)
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| I could’ve been a sinner
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| I could’ve been a killer
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| I could’ve hit the bottle
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| I could’ve fought like anyone
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| You can grow the boy but
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| You can’t teach the man
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| You can set the course but
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| You can’t change the plan
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| It’s your way to go your way
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| You know where you’re going
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| But you find you’re lost
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| Ain’t it funny you can be
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| Right 'til you’re proven wrong
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| It’s your way to go your way
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| (Yeah, man! Let it up)
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| I could’ve been that kid, too
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| I could’ve been a blind fool
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| I could’ve been just like you
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| I could’ve fought like anyone
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| I could’ve been a sinner
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| I could’ve been a killer
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| I could’ve hit the bottle
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| I could’ve fought like anyone
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| Anyone
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| Anyone
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| Anyone
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| (Yeah, man! Let it up)
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| The more I find a way to an end
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| You can always see what could have been
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| The more I find the way to an end
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| You can always see what could have been
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| The more I find a way to an end
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| You can always see what could have been
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| You can always see what could have been |