What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so
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tight). But I've never felt better so I'm going out to get her and I don't
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care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback.
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What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure
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as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm
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alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I could only make
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it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that
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I could say I love to watch you walk away, but you probably won't be back in
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time to hear it. So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive.
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So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get
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near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high
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heels moan. I'm ready, set, go. There's cocaine in the key that took us from
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the bar to her car to the bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the
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careless can handle us. What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?
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I've Been Gone A Long Time
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| Every Time I Die |
