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The devil owns a hill in my townPulls you fast as you're riding downAnd at the bottom there's a cop in a church parking lotI got stopped and wondered whyMy surroundings can't choose sidesBut I can't rightly get mad 'cos neither can INeither can II... I can't choose sidesLately I've been getting bruisedBy love I can't afford to loseAnd I can't say that I like it, but what else am I supposed to do?I've learned this trick, you hand me a nooseAnd I will craft you an excuseAnd I'll deliver it direct to the tip of your tongueIn place of "I'm sorry""I'm sorry"Let's not say it if nobody isDriving last week we nearly diedAnd nothing flashed before my eyesBut I think I spilled something on your leather seatsAnd I'm sorry about thatI'm sorry about thatI'll pay for it. From Letras Mania