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You're like a bad taste that just won't leave my mouthLike one too many whiskeys that got me nowhere but southSo I drug you to the graveyard and bent my shovel with your headI woke this morning and found you 'tween the sheets of my bedShot ya (shot ya), hanged ya (hanged ya), drowned ya, cut ya, strangled yaNo matter how hard I try, you just keep coming back to lifeShot ya (shot ya), hanged ya (hanged ya), drowned ya, cut ya, strangled yaNo matter how hard I try, girl, you just keep coming back to lifeYou're like a pale moon that refuses to setLike a bill collector that comes when you've long since paid your betThis time it's gonna happen, I been thinkin' aheadGonna stand over your grave 'til I know that you're deadShot ya (shot ya), hanged ya (hanged ya), drowned ya, cut ya, strangled yaNo matter how hard I try, you just keep coming back to lifeShot ya (shot ya), hanged ya (hanged ya), drowned ya, cut ya, strangled yaNo matter how hard I try, girl, you just keep coming back to lifeI dug the ditch, I threw you inI threw the dirt on your headI packed that dirt real tight, butYou just keep coming back to life From Letras Mania