| Another bad day
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| She’s a little bit closer
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| But to a heart of stone
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| She’s never gonna see that has to face it her own
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| Everybody walking alone like Jesus
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| She’s now fascinated
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| Oh three drinks later
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| It ain’t that complicated
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| She takes a look around this crazy town
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| She’s given just one reason to stay
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| She lies in her bed with a lit cigarette
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| She don’t cry no more
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| She is sick LA, she is walking away
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| Looking for something more
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| With a smile on her face,
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| She just walks off the stage
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| She closes the door
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| But she don’t cry no more
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| She didn’t want to end up a fallen star
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| On the border of hard
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| She’s been away
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| Up through th Hills
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| Everything got spoiled a little to fast
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| She went a little too far
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| She did whiskie, a little cocaine
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| And it feels she’s alright
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| She’s alone and away
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| Never going back
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| Angel city lights
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| About the time she goes to sleep
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| Yeah |