I've tried, and tried for days.
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The crime of it always pays.
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Still the tight knot always frays.
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I just can't seem to change my wicked ways.
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Men of wisdom, good book says.
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Wake up with the dogs you lay.
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Chewing off your arm to get away.
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And still stuck to these wicked ways.
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I've lost remembered days.
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Such things have lead my eyes astray.
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Crush to dust all in my way.
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Just can't seem to bleach these wicked stains.
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As I know I should refrain.
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Tied and taken, used and drained.
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But it's what calls to this frame.
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I run to wicked ways, once again.
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I just can't seem to change my wicked ways.
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Wiccid
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