| It’s not a bad car that I drive
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| Barely well but still alive
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| You might laugh when I arrive
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| It’s not a bad car that I drive
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| It’s not a cold couch where I sleep
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| Not as hard as it was cheap
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| Seven foot long, two feet deep
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| It’s not a cold couch where I sleep
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| She’s not a sad girl that I’ve got
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| Cries a little, laughs a lot
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| Loves her man more than she ought
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| She’s not a sad girl that I’ve got
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| Tie your shoelaces
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| To my shoelaces
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| I’ll tie a rope to a tree
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| We’ll see how the wind whips
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| Happy fool faces
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| Come blow away with me
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| It’s not a cruel world where I stay
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| Spins around once everyday
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| Children dance, proud
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| (Wise)
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| Men sway
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| It’s not a cruel world where I stay
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| It’s not a black heart where I feel
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| Wicked schemes I may reveal
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| Washed in blood each time I kneel
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| It’s not a black heart where I feel |