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Well I found a new way |
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Got to expose the evidence |
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So we can get away with murder |
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So as we cut out our hearts, |
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I'm falling apart by your bedside |
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We never thought we'd see me cry tonight |
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Whatever you want, |
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You've got it sweetheart |
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When all these bedrooms look the same |
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And I know what you're all about |
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Because tonight we're getting clean in the dirty south |
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Well it's far time to shut your mouth |
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Because tonight we're getting clean in the dirty south |
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Well she comes in with a question |
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It's a line connecting hearts to hearts |
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And I'm so sick again |
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Was it written on my arm or on my face? |
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'Cause her lipstick looks so |
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Good across my waist |
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Whatever you want, |
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You've got it sweetheart |
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When all these bedrooms look the same |
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And I know what you're all about |
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Because tonight we're getting clean in the dirty south |
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Well it's far time to shut your mouth |
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Because tonight we're getting clean in the dirty south |
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Whatever you want, |
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You've got it sweetheart |
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When all these bedrooms look the same |
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And I know what you're all about |
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Because tonight we're getting clean in the dirty south |
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Yeah! |