| Another early motel morning
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| Bourbon sits thick on her tongue
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| Neon flashes on a plastic tray
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| What about me?
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| Doris reaches for a smoke
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| Dented pillow, goodbye note
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| She’s ready for another lonely day
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| What about me?
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| She’s lost hope in tomorrow for today
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| «What about me?»
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| Back into the cocktail dress
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| Peroxide hair, God, such a mess
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| Fix lunch for the boy without a dad
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| What about me?
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| Hustle tips until 2 A.M.
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| Find another man again
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| Until dawn forget what makes her feel so sad
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| What about me?
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| She’s lost hope in tomorrow for today
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| «What about me?»
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| Just another lonely person in this cold dark world
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| Stopped looking for emotional messiahs long ago
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| Just another lonely person in this cold dark world
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| Look the other way now!
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| Only sees what she believes
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| No more love, no more dreams
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| They’re shattered like the chipped nails on her hand
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| What about me?
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| Been so long there’s no more tears
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| Desperate cries that no one hears
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| Can’t you see her, don’t you understand?
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| What about me?
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| She’s lost hope in tomorrow for today
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| «What about me?» |