| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| If I wasn’t a dead man walkin' the streets
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| You know I’d be happy
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| But you killed me with that
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| When you left me with debt
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| And all that you can say is, «Baby, I’m sorry»
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| Oh no
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| That ain’t how it’s supposed to go
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| That ain’t how I need to know
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| That ain’t how it’s going down
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| Oh no
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| That ain’t how it’s supposed to go
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| That ain’t how I need to know
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| That ain’t how it’s going down
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| And you can hitch your wagon to a star
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| And let the wheels spin round and round
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| And you can put them bullets in that gun
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| Let the shots ring out downtown
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| And you can beg your sister for a dime
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| But that money won’t keep ya clean
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| And you can cover up them eyes
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| With liquor shots and Maybelline
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| Oh no
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| That ain’t how it’s supposed to go
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| That ain’t how I need to know
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| That ain’t how it’s going down
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| Oh no
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| That ain’t how it’s supposed to go
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| That ain’t how I need to know
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| That ain’t how it’s going down
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself
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| No, no
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| That wide-eyed wonder can’t help herself |