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Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing |
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Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand |
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Bad luck, bad luck is killing me |
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Well I just can't stand, no more of this third degree |
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Got me accused of murder, I ain't harmed a man |
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Got me accused of forgery, I can't even write my name |
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Bad luck, bad luck is killing me |
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Well I just can't stand, no more of this third degree |
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Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime |
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Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine |
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Bad luck, bad luck is killing me |
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Well I just can't stand, no more of this third degree |
