There goes your body in a box
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That is all i have left
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Now this odor lines my shaking bed
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There¡¯s no order to you
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Come with me you dirty wretch
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How does this duty send me relief
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When i¡¯ve been cheated of you
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Dyed In The Wool
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Shannon Wright |