| And I must admit, I had a few white lines
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| And I don’t know what all happened
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| I woke up in the noontime light
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| With a poundin' head, shiner on my eye
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| And I don’t know how and I don’t why
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| But it feels like fierce abandon
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| Ah, working on a buildin' outta hand-hewn brimstone
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| Workin' on a buildin' and I’m buildin' on it all alone
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| Well there ain’t nobody in my room tonight
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| Goodnight, honey; |
| honey, sleep tight
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| Ma, I swear I’m doin' all right
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| But when the evenin' comes around
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| I swear to God
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| Pay no mind to the words I say
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| 'Cause they ain’t no 'count anyway
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| I been ramblin' around and led astray
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| By the paths that I been choosin'
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| Cuttin' paths like a forest fire
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| Pupils wider than backhoe tires
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| Throwin' my money on a funeral pyre
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| But it sure feels good abusin' |