I can't keep walkin' down the street
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'Fore some pretty daddy start breakin' down with me
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Stop breakin' down
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Please, please, stop breakin' down
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I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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These no good men love to ape and clown
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They don't do nothin' but tear my good reputation down
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Stop breakin' down
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Please, please, stop breakin' down
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I got the stuff that'll bust you brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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I can't walk the streets now, I can't consolate my mind
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'Fore some no good man starts breakin' down
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Stop breakin' down
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Please, please, stop breakin' down
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I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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I give my baby the ninety-ninth degree
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Then he rose up and brought a pistol down on me
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Stop breakin' down
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Please, please, stop breakin' down
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I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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I can't keep walkin' down the street
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'Fore some no good man start breakin' down with me
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Stop breakin' down
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Please, please, stop breakin' down
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I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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Make you lose your mind
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Stop Breaking Down
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| Lucinda Williams |
