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You're wakin' up my neighbors, |
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Crying, sreamin' out my name. |
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I guess somebody must've let |
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the dog off of it's chain. |
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You're tellin' me you love me |
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through wild turkey, sir... |
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No, sir. |
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No, sir! |
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Get outta my yard! |
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Get outta my life! |
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Go back to the bar! |
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Go back to your wife! |
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You should've got the message |
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when I said my first goodbye. |
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If you think that what we did |
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means anything, you must be high. |
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Said you wanted to get married... |
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Boy, but you already were! |
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No, sir. |
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No, sir... |
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Get outta my yard! |
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Get outta my head! |
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Get offfa my street! |
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Go back to your bed! |
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Forget where I live! |
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(You're waking up my neighbors |
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crying, screaming out my name...) |
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Forget what we did! |
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(I guess somebody must've let |
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the dog off of it's chain.) |
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This ain't a motel, this ain't a bar. |
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Get outta my yard. |
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When she was birthin' babies, |
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where did she think that you were? |
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They're the only thing that's keepin' |
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me from tellin' her. |
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Yes, sir. |
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Oh, yes, sir! |
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Get outta my yard! |
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Get outta my head! |
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Get offa my street! |
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Go back to your bed! |
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Forget where I live! |
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(You're waking up my neighbors |
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crying, screaming out my name...) |
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Forget what we did! |
|
(I guess somebody must've let |
|
the dog off of it's chain.) |
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This ain't a motel, |
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this ain't a bar. |
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Get outta my yard! |
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This ain't a motel, |
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this ain't a bar. |
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Get outta my yard! |
