| She met him in a motel room in the shady part of town
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| With a set of satin sheets pulled back
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| And the window shades pulled down
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| Like a cotton dress, she let her fears fall down to the ground
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| With a «Do Not Disturb» sign on the door
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| She whispered I’ve never prayed to you before
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| Some people meet him in a church at a service on Sunday
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| As the preacher says the perfect words, they bow their heads to pray
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| And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune
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| She met him in a motel room
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| With a bottle full of sleeping pills and a long list of sins
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| She’d already planned on checking out before she checked in
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| She was gonna leave a goodbye note
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| Just needed paper and a pen
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| With that vacancy light blinking red
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| She found that bible in the drawer beside the bed
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| Some people meet him in a church at a service on Sunday
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| As the preacher says the perfect words, they bow their heads to pray
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| And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune
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| She met him in a motel room
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| No choir sang a sweet forgiveness tune
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| That’s not the way that they were introduced
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| She met him in a motel room
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| She met him in a motel room |