| The morning’s got nothing on me
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| Except for last night
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| My memory won’t forgive me
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| And whiskey only brings the fight
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| I’ll dig my own shallow grave
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| Good girls aren’t supposed to misbehave
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| I’m not a good girl anyway
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| (Down, down down down, down down down)
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| They’ll try to hold me down
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| But I’ll always get up
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| 'Cause I got a lot of living to do
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| Before this heart of mine gives up
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| I’ll dig my own shallow grave
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| Good girls aren’t supposed to misbehave
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| I’m not a good girl anyway
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| (Down, down down down)
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| I’m not a good girl anyway-ayy
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| Well you’ll draw your gun like you’ve drawn me
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| But the truth is I’ve been dead for weeks
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| The girl you knew is gone
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| And I’ve been up to no good, pulling fire alarms
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| Living fast, and free, and I am young
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| I’ll dig my own shallow grave
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| Good girls aren’t supposed to misbehave
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| I’ll dig my own shallow grave
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| I’m going down, down, down
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| Good girls aren’t supposed to misbehave
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| I’m not a good girl anyway
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| (Down, down down down)
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| I’m not a good girl anyway
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| Down, down, down |