(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell)
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You and your element of dangerous
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cheatin' death like a stranger but
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devils got your shirt tail clutched
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in the palm of his hand
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double vodka on the rocks
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on a plastic tray
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never fails you but it won't
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take the hours away - hey, hey, hey
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Why can't you be
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Why can't you be
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It's plain to see you drive
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yourself crazy
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Why can't you be
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Why can't you be
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it's plain to see you're
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the only enemy
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You got some stories you're afraid to tell
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tired of living in a shotgun shell
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headin' west to find the edge of
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life itself
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last I heard there were angels
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walking in Los Angeles
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with their hands in their
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pockets lookin cool like me, he, he, he
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Scared of lovin' cause it
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might feel good
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you want to get it like you
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know you should
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what the hell's wrong with
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living without the blues
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you stand convicted, you
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stand accused
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you're so conflicted and
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abused, ooh ooh ooh
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So here's to you
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Guilty of being you is the
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easiest of all the things you do
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Why Can't You Be?
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| Shelby Lynne |
