Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
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[Part 1]
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[Part 2]
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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 coming home with you
My life s 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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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee my squeeze
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 tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I ll be in good company
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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 coming home with you
My life s 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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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee my squeeze
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 tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I ll be in good company
In hell I ll be in Good Company
In hell I ll be in Good Company
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[Part 1]
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G|00032| 3x
D|3h53h53h5|
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[Part 2]
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B|111111|
G|222|
D|000|
A||
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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 coming home with you
My life s 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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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee my squeeze
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 tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I ll be in good company
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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 coming home with you
My life s 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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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee my squeeze
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 tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I ll be in good company
In hell I ll be in Good Company
In hell I ll be in Good Company
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