| Poetry and angels
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| Flowers and perfume
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| You fill your house with pretty things
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| Pretty things hide the bitter truth
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| Well there’s a fire on the mountain
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| Burning out of control
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| And you’re standing at the top now
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| With nowhere left to go
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| So lock your doors up tight
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| And say a prayer tonight
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| You know it’s hard to keep the demons down
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| When it comes around
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| In the darkness of your room
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| While you’re drinking to your past
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| And living your cartoon
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| Deep down in the gutter they’re calling your name
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| One day it comes around
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| You were such a pretty woman
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| Those were the days
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| One thing’s for sure in this town, baby
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| Being pretty pays
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| All the fame and riches
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| Gonna turn out to be fool’s gold
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| When you look to find shelter in the ones you bought and sold
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| So sad, so alone
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| It cuts right to the bone
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| When you find out how it feels to hit the ground
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| When it comes around
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| In the darkness of your room
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| While you’re drinking to your past
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| And living your cartoon
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| Deep down in the gutter they’re calling your name
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| One day it comes around
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| Turn it off man, I’ve seen too much
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| You better look over your shoulder honey
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| You’re losing your touch
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| Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage
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| One day it comes around
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| It comes around and around and around
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| So lock your doors up tight
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| Say a little prayer tonight
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| You know it’s hard to keep the demons down
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| When it comes around
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| In the darkness of your room
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| While you’re drinking to your past
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| And living your cartoon
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| Deep down in the gutter they’re calling your name
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| One day it comes around
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| Turn it off man, I’ve seen too much
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| You better look over your shoulder honey
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| You’re losing your touch
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| Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage
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| One day it comes around |