| my my stomach hurts again tonight she says:
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| and crashes on her floor
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| cuts what she can’t untie
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| ties it to a door
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| if mercy was a cattle call
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| she didn’t hear
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| she didn’t want to play the role
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| of the fool again
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| won’t be fooled again
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| indifference as my witness
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| I think she’d take me back
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| she tears down my front door
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| just to see my photograph
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| my my head is getting so confused she says
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| what’s she trying to do to me?
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| put my sticker on her car
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| bought a CD
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| if mercy was a cattle call
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| she didn’t hear
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| she didn’t want to play the role of the fool again
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| won’t be fooled again
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| indifference as my witness
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| I think she’d take me back
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| she tears down my front door
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| just to hear my phonograph
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| it spins…
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| i ain’t too proud to beg sweet darlin
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| don’t you leave my baby don’t you go i ain’t too proud to beg sweet darlin
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| don’t you leave me my my skin can’t take much more of this, she says
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| you’re scaling over me.
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| every time I wash it off, I find you underneath
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| and if mercy was a cattle call
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| she didn’t hear…
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| she didn’t want to play the role of the fool again
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| won’t be fooled again… |