| There are things i will do for a hatchet job, too
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| Ante up, there’s a new kid in town
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| But it won’t take long for what’s red hot and blonde
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| To be ashes on the ground
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| And men headin' skyline, with a bet and a byline
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| Have come to cradle your face
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| And i won’t be the last one to commit crimes of passion
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| With a shootout and a chase
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| Mmm, over and over and over and over
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| Back in, back in, keep hanging on
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| Going once, going twice, mercy god, jesus christ
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| And i’m gone, and i’m gone, and i’m gone
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| Well, nothing has changed since the last time i came
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| And my pride and my hat in my hand
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| And i never sleep well and i still kiss and tell
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| And i do not pay the band
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| Over and over and over and over
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| Back in, back in, i keep hanging on
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| Going once, going twice, mercy god, jesus christ
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| And i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone
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| And i’m gone, and i’m gone, i’m gone |