I said to my brother
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Life is not free
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He said call me weak,
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But for once I'm proud of me
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What you proud of, who you stand for
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Not the Lord above
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Dirty living got you giving never enough
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My sister named Maria
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She caught a bright, early sun
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With sin, and with love
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Like a tattoo on her arm
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She couldn't find no separation
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Between loving life and love
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Dirty living got her giving never enough
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Blame it on the doctor,
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He never healed your pleas
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Blame it on your mother,
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She never saw your needs
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Looking up to heaven, I tell you
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Sinner, you've got to believe
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Live like a fool,
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You'll get what's coming to you
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Like an angel, came his mother
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She said one more second chance
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She pleaded with Jesus said,
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Make my boy a man
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Though he loved her, he abused her
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Stole her wallet, jewels and used her
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Dirty living got him digging for a resolution
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She walked with less pride
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Than one tiger, no stripes
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She cried like a baby
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On the first of newborn nights
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She never let nobody tell a girl
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More loving brings more pain
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Dirty living got her breaking
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Hearts and souls the same
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Blame it on the doctor,
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He never healed your pleas, yeah
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Blame it on your mother,
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She never saw your needs
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Looking up to heaven, I tell you
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Sinner, you've got to believe
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Ya live like a fool,
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You'll get what's coming to you
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In in the back streets of their broken town
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On a corner with no name
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These two, unworthy, two unfaithful wanderers
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Meet face to face
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They fall in love, they run away
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They find they're both one in the same
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But it backfires, with their lying and
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Unwillingness to change
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Blame it on the doctor,
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He never healed your pleas, yeah
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Blame it on your mother,
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She never saw your needs
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You looking up to heaven, I tell you
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Sinner, you've got to believe
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Live like a fool,
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You'll get what's coming to you
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Dirty Living
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Brendan James |