| Time passes quickly for our lady of the hour
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| She brushes her long blonde hair
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| From her face only to find a tear
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| But she dont know why shes been crying
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| She looks inside herself
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| To maybe find an answer
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| But shes willingly distracted
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| By the man who likes her glitter
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| She says, «fool, I aint gold.»
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| She dont even know she cries cuz shes so tangled up in lies
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| In her head she plays a game
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| Pretending that shes not the same lady who is cheating on her husband
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| With a man she hardly even knows
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| She says, «ignorance is bliss.»
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| But when he asks her name
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| She must fumble for an answer
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| Shes been called so many
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| But now she cant remember
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| So she just makes up another
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| And she dont even know she cries cuz shes so tangled up in lies
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| Now the dirty deed is done
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| She heads into the bathroom
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| She washes her hands in the sink
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| And thinks it could clean her conscience
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| If only she could find one
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| And slowly she turns and heads
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| For the door as if this were all a dream
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| She has seen her sweet husbands face
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| But only like a fleeting glimse
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| Of all those bridges shes been burning
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| All those bridges shes been burning
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| And she dont even know she cries
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| It should come as no surprise
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| Cuz shes so tangled up in lies |