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All the sweet mouth really wanted |
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just fell from her grip |
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the worst hell you can drag your soul through |
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is trying to make all the lies stick |
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you might as well not make an effort |
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lots of bills lying around unpaid |
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still i guess some things seem better than |
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lying in a bed an old child made |
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she's got her walkman on |
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she's got chanel number five |
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look at her walk |
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she's holding her head upright |
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wants to show she's got some pride |
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to the headlights |
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all over town people looking for |
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their little piece of goodnight |
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maybe it's finally time |
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to turn away from the light |
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all her sweet mouth really wanted |
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was lost in her smile |
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and her soul just lost the taste that makes |
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any good lie worthwhile |
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i know i never asked you to read their minds |
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so why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway |
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you think maybe someday if you're good |
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they'll let you disappear from the scene |
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but nothing can hide a beating |
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she's got her walkman on |
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she's got chanel number five |
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look at her walk |
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she's holding her head upright |
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wants to show she's got some pride |
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to the headlights |
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doesn't she look good |
