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Well Louie lost his daughter |
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Down behind that shack |
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The sweet brown sugar took her |
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And she did not make it back |
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It's another form of suicide |
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Now I know the reason why I'm runnin' |
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So if you see your sister tryin' to |
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hide her tracks |
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You just as well remind her |
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Cause she might not make it back |
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It's another form of suicide |
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No one knows the reason why she's runnin' |
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Far away |
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And all the fools think they're wise |
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And the angels they cry |
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And the people they all gathered round |
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It was nine twenty-five |
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When her body arrived |
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And by noon she was down in the ground |
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And we all fell down |
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(You better look out) |
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So if you see your brother |
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Choking on the dope |
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You just as well remind him |
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Cause he does not stand a hope |
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(It's) another form of suicide |
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No one knows the reason why he's runnin' |
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Far away |
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And we all fall down |
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<solo> |
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So if you see your mama Shakin' on the street |
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Your little sister's starving |
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And there ain't no food to eat |
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She's looking for the dealer |
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She's tryin' to find some crack |
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Well, tell your little sister |
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Mama won't be coming back |
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Another form of suicide |
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No one knows the reason why she's runnin' |
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Far away |
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And all the fools think they're wise |
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And the angels they cry |
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And the people they all gathered round |
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It was nine twenty-five |
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When her body arrived |
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And by noon she was down in the ground |
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And we all fall down |
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And we all fall down |
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And we all fall down |
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To the ground And we all fall down |
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It's comin' to tet ya |
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Just one more hit |
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Just another hit |
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You Better look out |
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Cause the dealer's gonna get ya |
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You're going down |
