| I been run down, I been lied to
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| I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool
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| She took all my money, wrecked my new car
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| Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies
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| Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar
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| Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
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| Like I been tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Good lord, I feel like Im dyin
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| My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool
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| And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you
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| Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down
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| But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same
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| And I can’t run
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| Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
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| Like I been tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Good lord, I feel like Im dyin
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| Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
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| Like I been tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Tied to the whipping post
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| Good lord, I feel like Im dyin |