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She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind. |
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She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy. |
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From her big brown coat she puller a silver knife. |
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As she held it in her hand, her heart was racing. |
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You're low down and dirty, and |
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I love the way you do. |
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If I stay i'll never find my way back home. |
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Its been nine long years since you took my hand. |
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I'll never understand what made you do it, |
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And how you twisted up my soul, through me in a hole. |
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I didn't come this far to see you through it |
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You're low down and dirty, and |
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I love the way you do. |
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If I stay i'll never find my way back home. |
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Babe, I'm sorry for you, but it's what |
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I have to do. |
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You died that night beneath the leaves have fallen, |
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And the devil will stand by; smilin' bright, his pitchfork high. |
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A ghost from all these graves will come a callin'. |
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You're low down and dirty, and |
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I love the way you do. |
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If I stay i'll never find my way back home. |
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So she stabbed him in the heart. |
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Her shinning blade it ripped apart |
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His skin and pierced thought the center, |
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And I lay my body down, through me on the ground, |
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And cover me so |
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I can hide from my dominator. |
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You're low down and dirty, |
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So low down. |
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You're low down and dirty, and |
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I love the way you do. (x3) |
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If I stay i'll never find my way back home, |
