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Dead love couldn't go no further
Proud of, and dis gusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with y ou
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks in to my shoulder
Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna d o
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squ eeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tre e
After I count down three rounds, in hell I'll be in good compan y
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Dead love couldn't go no further
Proud of, and dis gusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with y ou
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks in to my shoulder
Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna d o
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squ eeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tre e
After I count down three rounds, in hell I'll be in good compan y
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In Hell, I'll be in good compan y
In Hell, I'll be in good company
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