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Baby, you aint a man
Because my hearts in your hand
Any fool can see
I love my misery
Bad news
Its born in my blood
Bad news
Some live to undo
Some live to be undone
Sky is growing dark
I feed on my own heart
Bad news
Its born in my blood
Bad news
Mama, tell me what is wrong
Every time I sing a song
You know I find you on my mind
Bad news
Bad news
Whispers of what youve done
Crazy I bought a gun
Fingers to your window
Whiskeys on my clothes
Im bad news
Its born in my blood
Bad news
Bad news
Bad news