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All your two-bit friends |
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They're shootin' you up with pills |
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They said that it was good for you |
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That it would cure your ills |
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I don't care just where it's at |
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I'm just like an alley cat |
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And when you're filled up to here with hate |
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Don't you know you gotta get it straight |
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Filled up to here with hate |
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Beat her black and blue and get it straight |
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Do, do, do, do, do, do |
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When you're lookin' through the eyes of hate |
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All your two-bit friends |
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They asked you for your autograph |
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They put you on the stage |
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They thought it'd be good for a laugh |
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But i don't care just where it's at |
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'cause honey, i'm just like an alley cat |
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And when you're filled up to here with hate |
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Don't you know you gotta get it straight |
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Filled up to here with hate |
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Beat her black and blue and get it straight |
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Uh-huh |
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Oh, jim |
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How could you treat me this way |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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How could you treat me this way |
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Oh, jim |
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How could you treat me this way |
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Hey, hey |
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How could you treat me this way |
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You know you broke my heart |
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Ever since you went away |
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Now you said that you love us |
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But you only make love to one of us |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, jim |
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How could you treat me this way |
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You know you broke my heart |
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Ever since you went away |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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