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Rolled in the mud |
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But I could never come clean |
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Counting blessings on my middle finger |
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There in the back shed |
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Pricing heads to the pound |
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Told to shut up, I was only breathin' |
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Hell's soup kitchen |
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There you're listening now |
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Heard you coming |
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I heard you deep in the ground |
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The job was dizzy on the carnival wheel |
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Coins a-flipping a siren's screaming |
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Told quit the ride |
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And you'll go straight to the dogs |
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But dogs they come home |
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And dogs they listen |
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Hell's soup kitchen |
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There you're listening now |
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Heard you coming |
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I heard you deep in the ground |
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And my nerves were wire |
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And the shots they fell wide |
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Pearls of wisdom dripping from my forehead |
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Crawled in a sleeping bag |
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And watched them close in |
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Tires spitting all my trust to the sky |
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Hell's soup kitchen |
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There you're listening now |
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Heard you coming |
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I heard you deep in the ground |