| Bitch nation dances til the break of dawn
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| Long after the last of the guests is gone
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| The tumbleweed tumbles across her front lawn
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| And she sleeps with the TV on
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| Oh oh
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| Then she sleeps with the TV on
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| There’s a puddle on the driveway from last night’s rain
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| A car up on blocks, and a dog on a chain
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| It’s actually simple, but it’s hard to explain
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| Aw, she sleeps with the TV on
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| Oh oh
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| She sleeps with the TV on
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| The sharp smell of gun powder in the air
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| Means meat on the table, means Tiananmen Square
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| It’s hard to know which though, if you’re not from there
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| Aw, she sleeps with the TV on
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| Oh oh
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| She sleeps with the TV on
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| There’s a rock concert poster thumb tacked to her door
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| Cat litter scattered all over the floor
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| She hears the rumors of famines and wars
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| As she sleeps with the TV on
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| Oh oh
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| As she sleeps with the TV on
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| Bitch nation dances til the break of dawn
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| Long after the last of the guests is gone
|
| The tumbleweed tumbles across her front lawn
|
| And she sleeps with the TV on
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| Oh oh
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| Then she sleeps with the TV on |