| Well the soul don’t want to shine on me no more
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| Went from a shot of patron to a broken home now I’m labeled as a whore
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| I pay my debts in full while I’m shied away from the sun
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| Cause I never wanted anybody else so I lay in what I’ve done
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| Now I feel
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| That I’ve been doing you wrong you’ve been doing me right
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| And I think it’s about time
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| I’ve been a fool for way to long
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| So now I wear these battle scars each and every night
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| And I hope they’ll mend up right
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| My purple heart can’t seem to mend
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| These broken promises
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| I’ve sure never been no angel I ain’t no preachers son
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| So I make my bed by the river side and I lay in what I’ve done
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| She sure never saw it coming yeah I know I could’ve lied
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| But I’d rather lay in this river bed than to see her cry at night
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| Now I feel
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| That I’ve been doing you wrong you’ve been doing me right
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| And I think it’s about time
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| I’ve been a fool for way to long
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| Now I wear these battle scars each and every night
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| And I hope they’ll mend up right
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| My purple heart can’t seem to mend
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| These broken promises
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| So pretty mama tell me how you feel
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| When you’re stuck in the back of that Coupe de Ville
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| You’re such a bomb senorita with a body to kill
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| You’ve taken all my money now give me the thrill |