| Well, you wouldn’t read my letters if I wrote you
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| You asked me not to call you on the phone
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| There’s something I’ve been waiting for to tell you
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| So I wrote it in the words of this song
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| You never knew there were honky tonk angels
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| Or you might have known I’d never make a wife
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| You walked out on the only one who ever loved you
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| So I went back to the wild side of life
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| Now the glamor of the good life always lead me To the places where the wild liquor flows
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| I tried to be your one and only angel
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| But I’m not that kind of angel, heaven knows
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| I cried so hard the day you went and left me
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| 'Cause some things you said, they cut me like a knife
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| What you wanted was another kind of angel
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| And you should be back to the wild side of life
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| No, well, I guess I’m just a honky tonk angel
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| I might have known I’d never make a wife
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| Well, you left the only one who ever loved you
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| And I’m back here on the wild side of life
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| I’m only a honky tonk angel
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| I might have known I’d never make a wife
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| You walked out on the only one who ever loved you
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| And you left me here on the wild side of life |