| I, I am unfrail, catch you by the tail
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| Put a letter in the mail that says, «Dear John»
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| I could care less about your happiness
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| Made this bed, made this mess, so lap it up
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| You walk around just like you own this town
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| Well, I hate to let you down, you’re extinct
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| You do what you can, take it like a man
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| Another chip upon your shoulder, son of a gun
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| The one who got away
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| The one who wouldn’t say
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| «Daddy do it to me one more time»
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| The one who lived to tell
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| The one who broke your spell
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| It’s all just smoke and mirrors, monkeyshine
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, it didn’t help a bit
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| Down in the hollow, witching for water
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| Cussed and I cussed, cussed and I cussed
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| Dear John |