| Such a pretty girl
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| The anger didn’t hide it
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| You shaved your head, pulled a face
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| Dressed yourself up without grace
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| It didn’t hide a lifetime’s damage
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| It didn’t hide a lifetime’s fears
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| Against your better judgement
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| You put your whole self up for sale
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| The horror show when you were young
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| We couldn’t wait to hear about it
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| But even whores
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| Don’t kiss with tongues
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| Nonetheless I do believe
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| You cry real tears
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| The wrong side of a lifetime’s drinking
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| It’s where it seems I’m coming from
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| I took my demons by the hand
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| Bent them, twisted them
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| Until they scanned and rhymed
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| And I took your love
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| And all the hurt inside
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| Laid it out on the market stall
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| Agony at a knockdown price
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| Reduced to clear is what I cry
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| The wrong side of a lifetime’s wishful thinking
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| Dragged me here to pills and ale
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| Come and listen
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| Come and listen to my tale
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| Come and get it
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| Real tears for sale
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| All the hurt
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| All the secrets
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| All the damage
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| All the shame
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| All the dirty absolutions
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| All the rage
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| All the rage
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| All the rage |