I been run down
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Lord, I been lied to
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And I don't know why
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I let that mean woman make out a fool
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She took all my money
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Wrecked my new car
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Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
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Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
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Sometimes I feel
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Sometimes I feel
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Like I been
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Tied to the whippin' post
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Tied to the whippin' post
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Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
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My friends tell me
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That I been such a fool
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But I got to stand there an' take it
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All for loving you
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Drown myself in sorrow
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As I look at what you done
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Nothin' seems to change;
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That bad times stay the same,
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And I can't run
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Sometimes I feel
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Sometimes I feel
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Like I been
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Tied to the whippin' post
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Tied to the whippin' post
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Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
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Whippin' Post
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| Frank Zappa |
