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I been run down, I been lied to, |
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I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. |
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She took all my money, wrecked my new car. |
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Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies, |
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Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied 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 Im dyin. |
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My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool, |
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And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. |
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Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down. |
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But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same, |
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And I cant run. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied 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 Im dyin. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied 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 Im dyin. |
