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I've been working like a dog |
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With my nose to the ground |
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If I don't loosen up these chains |
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I'm gonna lose my mind |
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Been on the straight and narrow far too long |
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I'm heading downtown and the devil's taggin' 'long |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
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I'm helpless as a child |
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When the neon calls my name |
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I'm drawn to pretty ladies |
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Like a moth to a flame |
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That sweet perfume makes it hard |
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To tell my right from my wrong, oh |
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Yeah, the feeling's awful weak |
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And the devil's mighty strong |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
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I try to be good, every day |
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But tonight |
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I hope the angels |
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Turn and look the other way |
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I fight the urge, everytime |
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But to tell the truth |
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Right now that apple's looking mighty fine |
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I can feel a fever |
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Deep down in my bones |
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Lord, haver mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
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Well, I ain't exactly good |
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And I ain't exactly bad |
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I ain't the smartest child |
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That my mama ever had |
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I never seem to leave temptation alone, no |
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Yeah, the feeling's awful weak |
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And the devil's mighty strong |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
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I try to be good, every day |
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But tonight |
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I hope the angels |
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Turn and look the other way |
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I fight the urge, everytime |
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But to tell the truth |
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Right now that apple's looking mighty fine |
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I can feel a fever |
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Deep down in my bones |
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Lord, haver mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
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I can feel a fever |
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Deep down in my bones |
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Lord, haver mercy on my soul |
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I feel a sin comin' on |
