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my my stomach hurts again tonight she says:
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and crashes on her floor
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cuts what she can't untie
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ties it to a door
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if mercy was a cattle call
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she didn't hear
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she didn't want to play the role
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of the fool again
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won't be fooled again
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indifference as my witness
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I think she'd take me back
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she tears down my front door
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just to see my photograph
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my my head is getting so confused she says
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what's she trying to do to me?
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put my sticker on her car
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bought a CD
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if mercy was a cattle call
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she didn't hear
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she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
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won't be fooled again
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indifference as my witness
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I think she'd take me back
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she tears down my front door
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just to hear my phonograph
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it spins...
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i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
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don't you leave my baby don't you go
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i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
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don't you leave me
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my my skin can't take much more of this, she says
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you're scaling over me.
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every time I wash it off, I find you underneath
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and if mercy was a cattle call
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she didn't hear...
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she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
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won't be fooled again...
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