| There’s a place in every bottle
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| And a verse in every song
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| For a woman trapped in lonely
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| By a man who’s done her wrong
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| And I thought those neon nightmares
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| Were just Sunday sermon scares
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| 'Till I turned to face the man I love
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| And found an empty pillow there
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| Is there room for another midnight angel?
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| Are there words for another hurtin' song?
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| Is there room for another midnight angel?
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| If there is I’m bettin'
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| I’ll have my wings before the mornin' comes
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| Its a long long way from heaven
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| To those dreamy neon lights
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| But I need to know there memories
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| To fill my empty nights
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| Now I know it won’t be easy
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| Cause I’m not the easy kind
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| But I need someone to hold me
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| Or I’m gonna lose my mind
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| Is there room for another midnight angel?
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| Are there words for another hurtin' song?
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| Is there room for another midnight angel?
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| If there is I’m bettin'
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| I’ll have my wings before the mornin' comes
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| Midnight angel
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| Are there words for another hurtin' song?
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| Is there room for another midnight angel?
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| If there is I’m bettin'
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| I’ll have my wings before the mornin' comes… |