One more coffee, one more cigarette
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One more morning trying to forget.
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If I had the chance
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To join your dance
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I wouldn't like to bet,
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That your game is something yet
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It's a shame,
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Ain't natural for you,
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Baby, it's a sin,
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You know you just can't win
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When you are in.
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You used to ride on buses
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Take a Greyhound to Birmingham.
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Now you go by aeroplane honey
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Nothing will bring you down
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And I know nothing can
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It's a shame,
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Ain't natural for you,
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Baby, it's a sin,
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You know you just can't win
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When you are in.
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Now the road is dark and lonely,
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But you are in your bran new mode.
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You're living up in Manhattan now
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And I'm somewhere down in Savannah
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Way down below
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It's a shame,
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Ain't natural for you,
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Baby, it's a sin,
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You know you just can't win
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When you are in.
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You Just Can't Win
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| The Dead Weather |
