| Sittin' sippin' sorrow
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| It’s gone straight to my head
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| I say the pain shall come and it shall go
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| A friend once said
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| You ain’t livin' for no God, no
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| You be livin' for the dollar sign
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| I say a frown upon your maker’s face
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| You shall find
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| So, oh, so much wrong
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| You have tried, oh yeah
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| I waited far, oh, far too long, yeah
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| Talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| I’m talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| Wanting to know nothing
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| Living through a child’s eyes
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| A smile comes upon your face
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| As I break and cry
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| If nothing seems to matter
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| In the end, what are you doin' it for
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| To see the trail of twisted broken souls
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| Across the floor
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| So, oh, so much wrong
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| You’ve done tried, oh yeah
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| I waited far, oh, waited far too long, yeah
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| Talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| I’m talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| Oh, so much wrong, child
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| You done tried, oh yeah
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| I waited far, Lord, I waited far too long, yeah
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| Talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| I’m talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song, yeah
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| Talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song
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| I’m talking about your evil ways
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| And the pen that wrote this song, oh yeah |