Maybe one hop over the edge will do it

You couldn't be more disturbed, now prove it

You've been holding your heart in your hands

Waiting for the others to draw up the plans

To your success, but you're a mess, now prove it

You've been holding your heart in your hands

Waiting for the others to draw up the plans

To your success

Baby, you've been passing your time, like Judas

Stealing reputations and the hearts of dear

Prudence

I'd have never thought it out myself

But you're second-rate, just hеad south

And you're so loud, go out of town

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I'd have nevеr thought it out myself

But you're second-rate, just head south

And you're so loud

All the potlucks, hiccups, and last words, too

Oh, the aggravation of all of your youth

She will come collect you, you'll take a fall

In the middle of the night, country music in the hall

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Play it soft

Now use it

She will come collect you, you'll take a fall

In the middle of the night, country music in the hall

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Play it soft

Now use it