| Well I was standing at the junction
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| Trying to kill some time
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| She was sitting high on a bar stool
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| Drinking some cheap red wine
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| I asked how she was doing
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| She said she was doing fine
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| When she asked me for a cigarette
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| I recognised the signs
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| Well I knew just what she wanted
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| And I swear it wasn’t love
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| She just needed something to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Try and make it through the night
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it’s hard to keep your head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it don’t feel right
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| Hell and highwater
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| Well the girl’s just trying to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| A rainy night at a station
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| In an old half way hotel
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| The kind of place to make you feel
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| One stop away from hell
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| Where the angels meet the drifters
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| Where many strong men fell
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| I asked her if she had a name
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| She said call me Jezebel
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| Well I knew just what she wanted
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| And I swear it wasn’t love
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| She just needed something to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Try and make it through the night
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it’s hard to keep your head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it don’t feel right
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| Hell and highwater
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| Well the girl’s just trying to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| I picked up my suitcase
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| I was heading for the door
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| When a voice behind with a scarlet smile
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| Said honey you’ll be back for more
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| I knew just what she wanted
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| And I swear it wasn’t love
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| She just needed something to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Try and make it through the night
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it’s hard to keep your head above
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| Hell and highwater
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| Sometimes it don’t feel right
|
| Hell and highwater
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| Well the girl’s just trying to keep her head above
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| Hell and highwater |