In the mornin you go gunnin'
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For the man who stole your water
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And you fire till he is done in
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But they catch you at the border
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And the mourners are all singin'
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As they drag you by your feet
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But the hangman isn't hangin'
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And they put you on the street
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CHORUS:
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You go back Jack do it again
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Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
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You go back Jack do it again
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When you know she's no high climber
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Then you find your only friend
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In a room with your two timer
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And you're sure you're near the end
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Then you love a little wild one
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And she brings you only sorrow
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All the time you know she's smilin'
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You'll be on your knees tomorrow cryin'
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CHORUS
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Now you swear and kick and beg us
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That you're not a gamblin' man
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Then you find you're back in Vegas
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With a handle in your hand
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Your black cards can make you money
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So you hide them when you're able
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In the land of milk and honey
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You must put them on the table
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Do It Again
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| Smash Mouth |
