| Oh, darlin, darlin
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| What have I done?
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| Well I've been away from you too long
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| And all my days have turned to darkness
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| And I believe my heart has turned to stone
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| Oh, darlin, darlin
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| What have I done?
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| Now I don't say anything at all
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| Well God don't listen to the noise
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| Now I'm left here all alone
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| Ooh, oh, I hear what the neighbors say
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| That that poor boy has lost his way
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| And I let the others pray
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| Oh, darlin, darlin
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| What have I done?
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| Now I do my talking with a gun
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| And blood will spill into the gutters
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| And it will stain the morning sun
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| Ooh, oh tell me what the hell I've done
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| Can I stop at one?
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| Or have I just begun?
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| Take out the bodies that live
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| Oh, Lord, it gets me high
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| I think I'm gonna get my fill
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| Of taking lives
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| Oh, Lord, I don't wanna let my baby down
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| Well I just wanna give us something one of a kind
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| Oh, darlin, darlin
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| What have I done?
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| I've been a stray from you too long
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| And all my days have turned to darkness
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| Hell is leaving the light on
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| And ooh, oh they'll hang me way up high
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| God himself will drop me from the sky
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| And let me swing a while
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| Oh, darlin, darlin
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| What have I done? |