I was born a rebel

Honey don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow

(Well, just maybe a little rough around the edges
Or inside a little hollow)



I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swal
low

She picked me up in the mornin', and she paid all my tickets

Then she screamed in the car
Left me out in the thicket

Well I never woulda dreamed
That her heart was so wicked

Yeah but I keep comin' back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it



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