As soon as I walk in the front door
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You’re drunk on the vine
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You’re the craziest bitch I’ll ever find
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Like I said
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I walk In the front door
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Sometimes she chase me in through the out door
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Don’t start that shit tonight
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The police ain’t that kind
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And when I lay there in a dream
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It’s all their faces that I see
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Don’t drop that dime
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don’t drop that dime
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Sweet Caroline oh my!
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don’t drop that dime on me tonight
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It all begins with that ‘ol sinkin’ feeling
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Then we start drinking rye
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I can smell that crazy comin’ out in that hard rain tonight
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Like I said
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I walk through the front door
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Another woman, she was parked at back door
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I’ll get busted, yeah I’ll probably get busted
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Once or twice before yeah!
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And when I lay there in a dream
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Its all their faces that I see
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t drop that dime
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Sweet Caroline oh my!
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don’t drop that dime on me tonight
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Oh the pain, so sweet
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Oh the game, so mean
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I caught you’re lie
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I drove all night
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You cherish whispers when I sleep
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t drop that dime
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Sweet girl of mine, Oh my!
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Don’t draw that gun on me tonight
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t shoot that gun, oh my!
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Don’t shoot that gun at me tonight
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t drop that dime
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Don’t shoot that gun, Oh my
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Don’t shoot that gun at me tonight
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Dont Drop That Dime
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| Velvet Revolver |
