| Shandy was somebody’s daughter
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| Driving to something insane
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| They busted her crossing the border
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| Quick as a sniff of cocaine
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| All she could pay was attention
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| So all they could take was her time
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| Proving an ounce of possession
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| Ain’t worth a piece of your mind.
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| Chorus:
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| 'Cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
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| Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
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| Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
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| Truth is the perfect disguise
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| Locked in the goldhandle bathroom
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| Martin was changing his mind
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| Shedding his humble pretensions
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| One careful toke at a time
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| And wiping the mask off the man in the mirror
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| Who really was Billy the Kid
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| Smiling at somebody dying
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| For something that he never did
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| Chorus:
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| 'Cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
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| Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
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| Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
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| Truth is the perfect disguise
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| As soon as he sat down beside her
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| Shining like Saturday night
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| Shandy was his for the saving
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| Sweet as she looked in the light
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| And maybe they moved from the bar to the bedroom
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| Maybe just stood there instead
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| Martin woke up wet and screaming
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| Dreaming of blood on the bed.
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| Chorus:
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| 'Cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
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| Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
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| Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
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| Truth is the perfect disguise |