Lately, I've been cruel to my baby
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She asks if I'm hers
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And I only say maybe
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Playin the fool
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Who knows nothing about love
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I act like I doubt it
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But I'm nothing without it
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Oooh
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And if i should leave you
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Darlin' you'd know
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That I'm chasin the only game in town
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That's running itself right back into the ground
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And I won't be too old
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When the story is told
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Of a man, who was wrong
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Cuz I know
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You belong in the church yard
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Thowing flowers
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Writing home on a postcard
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And its okay, to belong to the old ties
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Making crochet, tying knots in the clothesline
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Oooh
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And if I should leave you
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Darlin' you'd know
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That I'm chasin the only game in town
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That's running itself right back into the ground
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And I won't be too old
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When my story is told
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Of a man, who was wrong
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Cuz he barks
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Like a hound dog in moon light
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Yes he barks
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On and on but he don't bite
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Well it don't pay
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To stand up to the old days
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It's the cowards
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Who are fighting the good life
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Oooh
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And if I should leave you
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Darlin' you'd know
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That, on that day
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When I'm not around
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I must be asleep like a stone in the ground
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And I'll be a hundred years old
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When my story is told
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Of a man who was wrong
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My soul breaks
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And my heart stops its beating
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And my body
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Lies wounded and bleeding
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When the vultures
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Start in on their feeding
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And all of my seconds
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Stop their constant repeating
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Oooh
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And if I should leave you,
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Where would I go?
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There's only on other bed in this town
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It sits like a tree in a hole in the ground
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I'll be a hundred years gone
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But the story goes on
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Of a man, who was wrong
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I'll be a hundred years gone
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And the story goes on
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Of a man, who was wrong
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The Man Who Was Wrong
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Dr. Dog |