I don't feel well
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I don't feel right
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I doubt I make it through the night
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And she swore the stitches wouldn't stay
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And goodnight from far away
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She said I spoke with a tongue of spears last night
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My words so unclear
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And she said she hates when I get that way
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But it's how I stay safe
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And I want to come home
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Cuz' I miss your bones
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And I'm sick and tired
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Of always sleeping alone
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And I need to come back
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Cuz' the road's to hard
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To many sinners
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And to many bars
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I hope these wall are paper thin
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My untied tie
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My mouth full of gin
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N' I hope that this mirror is a lie
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Cuz' I don't recognize that guy
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Well I flew the coop
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Well I missed the mark
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What's important now
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Is that I have lost
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And while I whittle days away
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All I can say
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Is I want you here
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Now let's share a smoke
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Why aren't you here
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N' I miss your folks
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I swear I can't wait around no more
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And this town is such a bore
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And I want to come home
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Cuz' I miss your bones
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And I'm sick and tired
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Of always sleeping alone
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And I need to come back
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Cuz' the road's to hard (hard)
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To many sinners
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And to many bars
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(alright let's go)
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Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba da-ba-ba-ba-ba
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Da-ba-da-ba-ba da-ba-ba-ba-ba
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Ba-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we
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Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-wa
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Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we
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La-ta-da-ta-da
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La-ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
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La-da-da-da-da-da-da
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And you said dear your stitches will stay
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As long as your away
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So come back home
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Really soon
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Stitches
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| Wild Child |
