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g F D7 g

Dead Love couldn't go no further,  
Proud of and disgusted by her,  
Push shove, a little bruised and battered,  
Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with you  
My lifes a bit more colder,  
Dead wife is what I told her,  
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,  
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

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F D7 g  
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F D7 g

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.  
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mis-spells, knocks me on my knees  
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree  
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company  
in Hell I'll be in a good company  
in Hell I'll be in a good company

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