| 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 |