| My baby told me
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| You gotta get better if you ever wanna win
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| And I know that
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| She’s not gettin' any better man, she just sin
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| I still love her
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| 'Cause I know I was once there wearin' them shoes
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| I’m still hurtin'
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| ‘Cause the woman I love’s givin' me the blues
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| I’m sittin' here sober
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| But I wonder what shape she’ll find me in
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| I need her under my skin
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| Like a junkie needs heroin
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| And I’m never going back to Snake n' Jakes
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| The amount of money I spent I could’ve bought the place
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| Not to mention that they know my face
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| Now it’s hell getting out the place
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| So I’m walking the streets tonight
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| I’m catchin' some fireflies
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| Some would say that I’m livin' a lie
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| But no more today, no more tonight
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| You could say that I’m under the gun
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| Nine million miles away from the sun
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| I’ve hesitated much too long
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| But still havin' fun, hope you’re havin' fun
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| Belly up in an ambulance
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| I spent Sunday makin' doctor friends
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| I could’ve used a pair of Depends
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| I hope that made you laugh ‘cause you know I’m a gentlemen
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| Heaven found me livin' didn’t find me dead
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| Got a permanent ash mark on my forehead
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| But it still couldn’t save me from lyin' in bed
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| Staring at your clothes in the closet while I was out of my head
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| So I’m walkin' the streets tonight
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| I’m catchin' some fireflies
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| Some would say that I’m living a lie
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| But no more today, no more tonight
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| You could say that I’m under the gun
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| Nine million miles away from the sun
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| I’ve hesitated much too long
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| But I’m still havin' fun hope you’re havin' fun
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| (Yeah, take it away)
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| I’m a peaceful man today
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| Ain’t got no more weekend wars to wage
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| So give me one more shot babe, shot babe
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| Well I’m a peaceful man today
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| Ain’t got no more weekend wars to wage
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| So give me one more shot babe, shot babe, shot babe |