| You can go to hell, my dear
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| You’d probably like it better there
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| With all them boys who thought they could make it
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| Deadman’s curve gonna lay them down
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| All the things you put me through
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| Safe to say I’m tired of you
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| Had our times, yeah we had a few
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| But where we gonna be when the pills run out
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| Where we gonna go when the dam breaks loose
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| And the white line fever gets a hold of you
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| How we gonna make it to higher ground
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| If you won’t get up and leave
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| I reckon if I chose to stay
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| It’d be better for a few more days
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| But it the end it always rains
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| And honey, you can cause a storm
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| But I’m tired and soakin' wet
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| And hunkered over trying to catch my breath
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| Broke my back and did my best
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| To hold you through the shakes
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| But it’s hard to keep floatin' on foundered dream
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| You’re takin' in water at crazy speed
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| How can I get to the shore on time
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| If you won’t keep afloat
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| My heart was never much on games
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| Let alone the ones you play
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| I’ve only got one and it’s already broken
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| So why you wanna throw it around
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| I wish I had the strength to go
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| But it’s a long and hateful road
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| And I just now got to feelin' at home
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| And the frost you put on me
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| Where we gonna go when the dam breaks loose
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| And the white line fever gets a hold of you
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| How we gonna make it to higher ground
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| If you won’t get up and leave
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| And it’s hard to keep floatin' on foundered dream
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| You’re takin' in water at crazy speed
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| How can I get to the shore on time
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| If you won’t keep afloat
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| You can go to hell, my dear
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| You’d probably like it better there
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| With all them boys who thought they could make it
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| Deadman’s curve gonna lay them down |