| Rolling like a freight train through the night
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| I can’t get your scent off my skin
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| I’m a loser girl, that’s how I live my Life
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| I wish I knew just how to treat you right!!!
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| Oh I need some medicine,
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| I feel your body next to him,
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| Locked like lovers in the night
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| I better prepare for another hard drinking night!
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| What would whiskey do? |
| You won’t make things right!
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| I better get my gun
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| Is that how the west was won?
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| Is that just what I’ve become?
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| I sure would like to think it ain’t my fault.
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| How could I blame anybody else!?!
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| I’m a Fuck-Up Girl, that’s how I live my life.
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| I wish I knew just how to treat you right!!!
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| Walk along the avenues,
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| There’s no drinking 'way these blues,
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| This is how’s life’s wrecking balls,
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| Can’t control myself for what I say or what I do.
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| Shall I end it all? |
| Well it won’t bring me back to you!
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| Well I better get my gun!
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| Is that how the west was won?
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| Is that just what I’ve become?
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| Oo Ooooo! |
| Oo Ooooo!
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| Train’s rolling off the tracks!
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| Oo Ooooo! |
| Oo Ooooo!
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| Anything to get you back!
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| Rolling like a freight train through the night!
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| I can’t get your scent right off my skin!
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| Well I better get my gun!
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| Is that how the west was won?
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| Is that just what I’ve become! |