| Dead girl, got her face up to the sky now
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| Sunk on the street, curb, it’s a bad town
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| There’s new things to cry about every day
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| This is the city of a million pints and pain
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| Grim reaper finally arrives
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| Guess there always is an end to amusement rides
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| I heard a line in a movie last night go
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| No-one wants to hear your misery, they got their own
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery
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| A live girl on a bike riding 51
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| She never saw the truck coming, it’s a cruel town
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| But somebody’s gotta die every day, right
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| Peace time calls for a human sacrifice
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| Night comes, there’s light in the trees
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| Guess there always is a moon no matter who’s deceased
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| I made a note to myself on my telephone
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| No-one wants to hear your misery, they got their own
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| (No-one wants to hear your misery
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| They’ve got their own)
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery |