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There's a harvest each Saturday night |
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At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride |
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A place you can stand for one night and get gone |
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And it's clear, this conversation ain't doing a thing |
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'Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing |
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And I don't feel like singing tonight all the same songs |
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Here in these deep city lights |
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Girl could get lost tonight |
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I'm finding every reason to be gone |
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There's nothing here to hold on to |
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Could I hold you? |
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The situation's always the same |
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You got your wolves in their clothes |
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Whispering Hollywood's name |
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Stealing gold from the silver they see |
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But it's not me |
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Here in these deep city lights |
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Girl could get lost tonight |
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I'm finding every reason to be gone |
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There's nothing here to hold on to |
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Could I hold you? |
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Calling out, somebody save me |
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I feel like I'm fading away, am I gone? |
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Calling out, somebody save me |
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I feel like I'm fading |
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No, no, no |
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No, no, no |
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No, no, no, no |
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Deep city lights, girl could get lost tonight |
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I'm finding every reason to be gone |
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And there's nothing here to hold on to |
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Could I hold on to you? |
