Just walk away
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Just walk away
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There's too much wrong for you to stay
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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Gonna get yourself in trouble
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Walk away
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Now, he was just your average, every-day, traffic jam competitor
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With half a gram
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Walkin' in the club
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Tryin' to set it off
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She had two silicon weapons of mass distraction
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Nipples like srew in cleats
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Damn near blastin'
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Through her skin-tight blouse
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She lookin' for some action
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Said her hubby was out of town
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And started askin
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If he'd like to go to her house
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I think that's when
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He realized he couldn't do it
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Looked at her finger
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A diamond from her ring
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Hit his eye
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He couldn't linger
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He started feeling guilty for everything they were up to
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He took and deep breath
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Said you know what I'd love to
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But evidently theres already someone who loves you
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She looked at him like he insulted her and said fuck you
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Look at your pupils
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I know what that stuff do
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Mr. Goody-two-shoes
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Call me out I'll call you out too
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Now he was weak as her
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He had a ring too
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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There's too much wrong for you to stay
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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Gonna get yourself in trouble
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Walk away
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Together in their decietful ways
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Embracing the lust
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They got carried away
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Like a dog chasin' a bus
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They were back at her house
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In another man's bed
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And gettin freaky deaky
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While the husband sped home
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To see his wife
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Cuz his job had got done early
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Meanwhile they're wrecking the room
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And talkin all dirty and sweaty
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The hubby stopped and got some flowers so pretty
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And a bottle a wine to spend his time with his sweety
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Gets home
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Sees a ccar in the yard
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And he's thinkin' hmm
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Walks up the driveway
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Opens the door and goes numb
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Just about the time he's gonna yell honey I'm home
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A trail of clothes down the hall leading to passionate moans
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Changed his tone and toes to the gun cabinete
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Grabbed the gun his daddy gave him that he used in vietnam
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Walked down the hall
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Kicked in the door
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Said surprise
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Sat down on the bed with guns and roses and wine
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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There's too much wrong for you to stay
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Just walk away
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Gonna get yourself in trouble
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Walk away
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Hubby said how you two love birds doin'?
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Ya havin fun?
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Don't cover up your nakedness now
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Whats done is done
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He made his wife call her parents
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Made the dude call his wife and daughter
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And told 'em to come over
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Let's talk about life
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And then
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Hubby called the preacher
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Cuz you want God involved
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When the victim of infidelity's got a revolver
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And as the guests straggled into the room one at a time
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Realizin' what was happenin'
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And wishin' they were blind
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He told the preacher who had married 'em back in the day
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That he was right
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The Lord works in mysterious ways
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Then he addressed the room
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Wavin' the gun carefree
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Sayin' ladies and gentlemen you've been called here to see
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Two naked, embarassed humans in a bed that I bought
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That were havin' great sex about the time they got caught
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Then he laid the gun down on the bed so relaxed
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and said
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I'm leavin' feel free to shoot me in the back
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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There's too much wrong for you to stay
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Just walk away
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Just walk away
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Gonna get yourself in trouble walk away
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Walk Away
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Rehab |