| It’s cloudy in the west, it looks like rain
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| My eyes are black holes and i’m burning away
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| You slaughtered your loving man
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| Killed him in his sleep
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| The blood and crying of your murder
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| Simply stains your sheets
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| Now, you’re a ghost on the highway
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| Your gesture is meaningless
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| You’re lost to the living men
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| Trailing souls to the end
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| You thought winning as a woman, meant failing as a friend
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| It is nor an art statement, to drown a few passionate men
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| You made yourself a diamond
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| To blind young men’s eyes
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| You claim because they want your shine
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| They deserve to walk the line
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| You’re a ghost on the highway
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| Your gesture is meaningless
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| You’re lost forever to the living men
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| Trailing souls to the end
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| Yes, I would give you my love
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| So my soul would not starve
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| But, it could never move the honest rock
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| Of what you really are
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| You’re a ghost on the highway
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| You’re like straw and meaningless
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| I hate you, but I love you
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| I’ll carry that to the end
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| If I ever lie with you again, I pray I do not sleep
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| If I ever closed my eyes again, I’d realize what you are to me
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| You are simply a liar
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| An animal who bluffs and steals
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| Until you become
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| A bigger creature’s meal
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| You’re a ghost on the highway
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| Your trash and meaningless
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| I hate you, but I love you
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| I’ll carry that to the end
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| You lost on the highway |