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Over there in the shadow |
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Or hanging out in the corner of my mind |
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Stringing up the gallow |
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Waiting on me to cross that line |
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That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself |
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If he got out there'd be hell to pay |
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And that's why my dark side don't ever see the light of day |
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I slowed down on the whiskey |
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Cause there always came a point |
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When I'd have one too many, |
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Tear down every wall in that joint |
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I got a wife and got a son that don't know half the stuff I've done |
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And I pray that's the way it stays |
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And that's why my dark side don't ever see the light of day |
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You can blame it on my rebel raisin', blame it on the south |
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You can blame it on the words I try to keep here in my mouth |
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It takes a lot to start me up but once that hammer drops |
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You don't want to be the one that tries to make me stop |
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All you thugs and ugly mugs dealing drugs and making noise |
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You can kill each other all you want but if you touch my little boy |
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You begging for this bullet will be the last thing that you say |
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Before I let my dark side, ha ha, come out to play |