| Mr. Henry and the muscle man
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| Gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand
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| Like a letter in a stolen purse
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| She was bored of her weight, she was bored of her words
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| The daughter of a soldier told the fallen priest
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| It’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief
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| And reachin' out to touch the steering wheel
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| She said leave me alone, but just don’t leave me here, alright?
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| Alright, alright
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| Mr. Henry and another guy
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| Gave her gold on a night that it fell from the sky
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| And like a body when the buzzard came
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| She was bored of her look, she was bored of her name
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| The daughter of a lawyer told the fallen priest
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| It’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief
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| And dabbin' at the arrow in her heel
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| She said leave me alone, but just don’t leave me here, alright?
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| Alright, alright
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| Mr. Henry was a dyin' man
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| With advice in a tongue that she didn’t understand
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| Like the water when the sea got rough
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| She was bored of the breeze, she was bored of her luck
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| The winner and the loser told the fallen priest
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| It’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief
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| And holdin' everything he made her steal
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| She said leave me alone, but just don’t leave me here, alright?
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| Alright, alright |