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I've been run down |
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I've been lied to |
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I don't know why, |
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I let that mean woman make me a fool |
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She took all my money |
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Wrecks my new car |
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Now she's with one of my good time buddies |
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They're drinkin' in some cross town bar |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Like I've been tied |
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To the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Good lord I feel like I'm dyin' |
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My friends tell me |
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That I've been such a fool |
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And I have to stand down and take it babe, |
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All for lovin' you |
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I drown myself in sorrow |
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As I look at what you've done |
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Nothin' seems to change |
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Bad times stay the same |
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And I can't run |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Like I've been tied |
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To the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Good lord I feel like I'm dyin' |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Like I've been tied |
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To the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Tied to the whipping post |
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Good lord I feel like I'm dyin' |