| Trouble in the garden
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| And I think I know her tempting name
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| She’s stepping on my heart and
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| And now he don’t even look the same
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| I know he’s been gettin', gettin' his fix
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| I can taste you all over, all over his lips
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| Tastes like gasoline
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| You’ve been goin' take all of him, all of him down
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| He means nothing to you, you
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| Now he means everything to me
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| Oh, whiskey please
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| Oh, let him be
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| Oh, won’t you let me have my man back
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| Let me have my man
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| Up off his knees
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| This ain’t how it’s supposed to be
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| Oh, I wish I was enough
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| But you’re the one he’s choosing to love
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| It’s darkest in the morning
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| When you wake up with her on your mind
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| You’ve been counting down the minutes till you get another visit from
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| Wait, who’s it gonna be this time
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| No, no, I’ve been hounding you while I’m hiding your keys
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| But you always find a way to get what you need
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| But that ain’t me
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| Oh, whiskey please
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| Oh, let him be
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| Oh, won’t you let me have my man back
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| Let me have my man
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| Up off his knees
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| This ain’t how it’s supposed to be
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| Oh, I wish I was enough but you’re the one he’s Choosing to love
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| Choosing to love
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| No, no, no
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| Oh, whiskey please
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| Oh, let him be
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| Oh, won’t you let me have my man back
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| Let me have my man
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| Up off his knees
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| This ain’t how it’s supposed to be
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| Oh, I wish I was enough but you’re the one he’s Choosing to love
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| Choosing to love
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| Choosing to love |