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I've been run down |
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And I've been lied to |
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And I don't know why |
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I let that mean woman |
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Make me a fool |
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She took all my money |
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Wrecked my new car |
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Now she's with one of my good-time buddies |
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They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Sometimes I feel like I've been tied to the whippin' post |
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Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post |
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Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin' |
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My friends tell me |
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That I've seen such a fool |
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And I have to atand by and take it baby |
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All for lovin' you |
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Drown myself in sorrow |
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As I look at what you've done |
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But nothin' seems to change |
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The bad times stay the same |
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And I can't run |
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Sometimes I feel |
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Sometimes I feel like I've been tied the whippin' post |