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That stack of vinyls | Slow-hand speaking right to my chest | Been clean for a while
That stack of vinyls Slow-hand speaking right to my chest Been clean for a while But now I'm back like I never left A good man can only take so much, man Until he's had enough And damn, I've had enough It's up in smoke But I ain't high There she goes No goodbye Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again I'm sitting all alone in the cold Rocky mountain low I oughta roll up Straight through his yard, kick his door down But I'm so torn up Hell, I can't even drive right now A good man can only take so much, man Until he's had enough And God, I've had enough It's up in smoke But I ain't high There she goes No goodbye Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again I'm sitting all alone in the cold Rocky mountain low Rocky mountain low It's all up in smoke But I ain't high There she goes No tears in her eyes Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again I'm sitting all alone in the cold Rocky mountain low Rocky mountain low
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