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1 - Peter: |
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I ain't no man to go back to the king |
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Tight in my suitcase |
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And we'll see what trouble brings |
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Armor sheet of black so I ain't convinced |
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Took a trip to the smoke |
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And she hasn't been back since |
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WOO! |
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2 - Leah: |
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Barely dressed, looking for love along the plateau |
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The girls are young, a little dumb |
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And they're going in alone |
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My voice, it's all the same tonight |
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You've gotta make a choice |
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No need to serenade her now, don't waste that pretty voice |
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- Peter: |
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Yeah, but this is the life we're living |
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Life ain't always about forgiving |
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She's my lady in the summer dress |
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This is the life we're living |
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Life ain't always about forgiving |
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3 - Peter: |
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Up until the station, I took her on back home |
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I hadn't seen the bed in months |
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But I hadn't been alone |
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I got pulled over, whiskey at my feet |
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Bumpity*** needs a hospital, blood came pouring outta me |
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- Peter and Leah: |
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Yeah, but this is the life we're living |
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Life ain't always about forgiving |
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She's my lady in the summer dress |
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5 - Peter: |
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The last thing that you'll see |
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She'll come looking for me |
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She'll come looking for me |
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She's gonna find me on the floor |
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She'll find me on the floor |
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- Peter and Leah: |
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And this is the life we're living |
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Life ain't always about forgiving |
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She's my lady in the summer dress |
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(She'll find me on the floor!) |
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She's my lady in the summer dress |
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(She'll find me on the floor!) |
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She's my lady in the summer dress |
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(She'll find me on the floor) |
