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She wore black on black |
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It was perfect for the night |
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She looked like an angel |
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By the candlelight |
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He had his lines all down |
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Like a work of art |
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He made every word sound |
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Like it was straight from the heart |
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He said, "Do you believe in magic?" |
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As he reached for her hand |
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She said, "I always have" |
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As she tried to stand |
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He watched like a hawk |
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As she tripped on her gown |
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He said, "I'll give you a ride |
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'Cause this is a dangerous town" |
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She stepped out like a woman |
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And took that walk of shame |
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She stepped into his car |
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She didn't ever know his name |
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They felt less than nothing |
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And no guilt, no pain |
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Two hungry souls |
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On the walk of shame |
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He called her a lady |
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It went straight to her head |
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He spoke hollow words in a motel room |
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In a dusty bed |
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When the morning broke |
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The truth came with the light |
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The mirror told her the magic |
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Well, it just disappeared with the night |
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Then she stood like a woman |
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And took that of shame |
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She didn't make a sound |
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She didn't even know his name |
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She felt less than nothing |
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And no guilt, no pain |
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No tears allowed |
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On the walk of shame |
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No tears allowed |
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On the walk of shame |
