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get yourself cooler, lay yourself low |
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coincidental murder, with nothing to show |
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with the judge, constipation will go to his head |
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and his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead |
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it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend |
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it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend |
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gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun |
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[alt: shady lookin' loser, you played with my gun] |
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no smoothy face laywer to getcha undone |
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say love ain't the same on the south side of town |
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you could look, but you ain't gonna find it around |
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it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend |
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it's the same old story, same old story |
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same old song and dance |
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fate comes a-knockin', doors start lockin' |
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your old time connection, change your direction |
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ain't gonna change it, can't rearrange it |
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can't stand the pain when it's all the same to you, my friend |
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when you're low down and dirty, from walkin' the street |
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with your old hurdy-gurdy, no one to meet |
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say love ain't the same, on the south side of town |
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you could look, but you ain't gonna find it around |
