| There’s a Bible on the dresser
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| And a sign hung on the door
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| And a woman in my arms who shouldn’t be
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| I’m to the point of no returning
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| But I’ve been here before
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| This cheating life is nothing new to me
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| There’s someone to be considered
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| So I call her on the phone
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| And say the job is taking longer than I planned
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| I don’t have the heart to tell her
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| That a stranger’s turned me on
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| And I’m headed for the broken promise land
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| Tonight I’m crossing over
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| And I’ll reach the cheating side
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| And I’ll hate myself for coming here again
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| Where the streets are paved with misery
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| And lives are built on lies
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| A place they call the broken promise land
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| I found a note left on the dresser
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| And a key left in the door
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| And on the floor, I found her golden wedding band
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| Guess she finally had to tell me
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| She’s not waiting anymore
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| She’s headed for the broken promise land
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| Tonight she’s crossing over
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| And she’ll reach the cheating side
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| And I’ll hate myself for giving her the chance
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| 'Cause the streets are paved with misery
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| And lives are built on lies
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| A place they call the broken promise land
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| And it’s more than I can stand |