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By gregg allman |
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Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where i've been? |
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Is that so much to ask? i'll pay you back no matter what the task. |
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You seem really sure 'bout something i don't know, |
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Take that load off, looks like chest's about to go. |
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Your wasted words already been heard, are you really god, yes or no? |
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Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright. |
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Is it me or is it you? i'd make a wager and i'd hope "to" lose. |
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Time's gone, looks like rome is 'bout to fall, |
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Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl. |
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Your wasted words so absurd, are you really satan, yes or no? |
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Well, i ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior, |
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Every other christmas i would practice good behavior. |
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That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be mister clean, |
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'cause baby, i don't know how. |
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Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see, |
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Find that broke down line and let it be. |
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Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on tv. |
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Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout now, |
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By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me. |
