| You once had a home, a job, a family and pride
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| But we all have a price we’ll pay when things go wrong inside
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| Don’t wear diamonds, and now you don’t wear gold
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| And in the bruises on your face, there’s stories to be told
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| In the shadow of cold stone, freezing to the bone
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| But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul
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| 'Cause you’re gonna spend a black night, console a sad man
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| In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts
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| When you stand in Sackville
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| It’s a different world from the one
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| You knew where little boys meet little girls
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| As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
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| Where each day has no beginning and no end
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| There are those out here who claim to be so good
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| I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
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| Oh, what you’d do for a hot drink or a warm coat
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| Oh, what you’d give for a means to get you outta here
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| It rains upon your head, lines on your face become
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| Rivers into which you cry your secret tears, secret tears
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| Secret tears, secret tears
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| (When you) when you stand in Sackville
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| (Stand in) it’s a different world from the one (Sackville)
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| You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling)
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| The first night we saw ya, we were laughing at ya
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| We were hanging on the side of the Cortina
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| Oh yeah, you seemed so strong, stronger than a man could ever be
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| Laughing with your sisters in the rain
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| Dancing on a curbstone, when last you saw her
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| But when the trick goes wrong, there’s no one there to help her
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| There’s not a thing that I can do about it
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| I guess I’ll just go home and write a song about it
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| Song about it, write about it, write about it
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| (When you) when you stand in Sackville
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| (Stand in) it’s a different world from the one (Sackville)
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| You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling)
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| It’s a cold and trembling girl (cold and)
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| Leans into a strange car (trembling)
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| Nods unspoken words to an unseen driver sitting there
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| (Girl in Sackville) |