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(Johnny VanZant -- Robert White Johnson -- Donnie VanZant -- Pat Buchanan) Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five I've been up all night Raisin' hell with some friends of mine I take one good look in the mirror But only one things gettin' clearer The way I liveI'm lucky to be alive There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you knowhere I go again Talked myself right into it Supposed to be to work an hour ago When I pass that boss stormin' down the road Now there's an angel on my shoulder thinnkin' she can win me over Devil's got my number don't you know There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you knowhere I go again Talked myself right into it Maybemaybe have I gone to far this time Maybemaybe is my conscience workin' overtime Nah There's a knockout Georgia Peach givin' me the eye Well if the truth beknown I'm just a little shy Turns out she wasn't alone She had a six foot chaperone But that didn't slow me down Don't ask me why There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you knowhere I go again Talked myself right into it I got no one to blame except myself I said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know here I go Talk myself right into it Talk myselftalk myself right into it Talk myselftalk myselftalk myself right into it Said I wasn't gonna do it Here I go again baby |
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