| Well I found a new way
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| Got to expose the evidence
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| So we can get away with murder
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| So as we cut out our hearts
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| I’m falling apart by your bedside
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| We never thought we’d see me cry tonight
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| Whatever you want
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| You’ve got it sweetheart
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| When all these bedrooms look the same
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| And I know what you’re all about
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| Because tonight we’re getting clean in the dirty south
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| Well it’s far time to shut your mouth
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| Because tonight we’re getting clean in the dirty south
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| Well she comes in with a question
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| It’s a line connecting hearts to hearts
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| And I’m so sick again
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| Was it written on my arm or on my face?
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| 'Cause her lipstick looks so
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| Good across my waist
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| Whatever you want
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| You’ve got it sweetheart
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| When all these bedrooms look the same
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| And I know what you’re all about
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| Because tonight we’re getting clean in the dirty south
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| Well it’s far time to shut your mouth
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| Because tonight we’re getting clean in the dirty south
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| Whatever you want
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| You’ve got it sweetheart
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| When all these bedrooms look the same
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| And I know what you’re all about
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| Because tonight we’re getting clean in the dirty south
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| Yeah! |