| I’m gonna tell you about Candy
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| Maybe you already know
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| Found her at a backyard party
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| So I took her home
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| She never gave me no feedback
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| So how was I to know that when it comes
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| To her cocaine, Candy don’t know
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| Candy ran me out of my money
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| Candy ran me out of my soul
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| I didn’t think it was funny
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| Too bad she never gonna make it
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| She never gonna make it all the way home
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| I packed my bags for New York City
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| I heard she had some friends
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| Found her at some big time party
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| And it never ends
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| She told me some lie about her money
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| I knew my soul was on ice
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| She had me playin' her game
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| And I paid the price
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| I ran out of my money
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| I ran out of my soul
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| I didn’t think it was funny
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| Too bad she never gonna make it
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| She never gonna make it all the way home
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| I found myself this roadside cafe
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| Thought maybe I’d get some rest
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| Candy walks in the front door
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| Goddamn, she’s lookin' her best
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| I knew that this was gonna be the last time
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| I’d get safe to speak my mind
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| I told her where she could go
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| She said she needed a ride
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| I ran out of my money
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| I ran out of my soul
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| I didn’t think it was funny
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| Too bad she never gonna make it
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| She never gonna make it all the way home
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| I woke up, I was in Georgia
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| Couldn’t believe my eyes
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| Candy walks into the barroom in a wicked disguise
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| I followed her to the back room
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| When I opened the door
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| I’m lookin' down the barrel of her 44
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| I ran out of my money
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| I ran out of my soul
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| I didn’t think it was funny
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| Too bad she never gonna make it
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| She never gonna make it all the way home |