| This life’s as crazy as it seems, son
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| Don’t you ever think twice
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| Get a bullet in your back, boy
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| If a knife won’t just suffice
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| You thought you had some common cents
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| Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke
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| Well now you off on the other side
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| Of the fence, you’re all alone
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| Just hopin' and a prayin' you don’t choke on a big dog bone
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| 'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing
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| You really realize, or sing in vain
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| So I think I think I think
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| Well I think I choose the latter man
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| Oh yes you were an angel
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| And you held me through tha fire
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| All those long, hard nights babe
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| Full of cocaine and desire
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| So if you choose to retire
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| I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
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| The afterlife
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| Tell Janice I’m comin' home
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| Jimmy I won’t be late
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| Oh sweet, sweet Brandy
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| You could have never been to my state
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| But if I get us stuck in between
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| At least I’m here in home New Orleans, New Orleans
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| With the and them gravel lanes
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| And them hula games
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| Ya bro-o-o-oke
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| Ya bro-o-o-oke
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| Ya bro-o-o-oke
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| Ya bro-o-o-oke
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| (Ya bro-o-o-oke)
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| Yeah
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| Oh yes you were an angel
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| I said yes you were an angel
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| Oh yes you were an angel
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| Said yes you were an angel, yeah
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| Yes you were an angel
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| And you held me through tha fire
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| All those long, hard nights babe
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| Had to sit up and prespire
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| So if you choose to retire
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| I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
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| The afterlife
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| Tell Janice I’m comin' home
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| Jimmy I won’t be late
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| Oh sweet, sweet Brandy
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| You could have never been to my state
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| But if I get us stuck in between, yeah
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| At least I’m here in home New Orleans, New Orleans
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| With the and the gravel lanes
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| And them hula games |