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You know girl you're my
when i get paid again
DonÔÇÖt look back when you run
With my fingers stung
Because I'm saved, I'm saved
I'd be to my daughter layin in the bottom of the mud
The night takes too long
He'll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girl
Conscious of our load
Resting on the mantlepiece
Will be Satan's jewel crown