I got friends who are in prison
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Friends who are dead.
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I'm gonna tell ya something
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That I've often said.
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You know these things that happen,
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That's just the way it's supposed to be.
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And I can't help but wonder,
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Don't ya know it coulda been me.
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I had a good girl,
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Her kisses sweeter than wine.
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And I had always hoped
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That someday I'd make her mine.
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But she ran off and married,
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That's just the way it's supposed to be.
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And I can't help but wonder,
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Don't ya know it coulda been me.
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Well the junkie cops of First Street,
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Sticks a needle in his arm.
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No, he never meant to do
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Anyone no harm.
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But he's buried six feet deep,
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That's just the way it's supposed to be.
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And I can't help but wonder,
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Don't ya know it coulda been me.
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I had me a good girl,
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Her kisses sweeter than wine.
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And I had always hoped
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That someday I'd make her mine
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It Coulda Been Me
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| Social Distortion |
