| She’s got her sweet children
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| She’s got her home she’s got some land
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| Her earthly possessions
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| She’s got a ring upon her hand
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| She tried to be a good girl
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| She tried to make everything right
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| She tried to kill the voices
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| That haunt her each and every night
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| She looks up to heaven
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| And wonders why love is so cruel
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| She loves him won’t hurt him
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| Can’t stop the wanting of you
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| She married in high school
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| Oldest was well upon her way
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| But that wild night Chicago
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| It’s left a mark she can’t erase
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| A phase you’ll just get over
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| That’s what her friends have always said
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| You dip your toes in water
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| She’s in way over her head
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| She looks up to heaven
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| And wonders why love is so cruel
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| She loves him won’t hurt him
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| Can’t stop the wanting of you
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| Keeping her desire paralyzed
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| She catches in the corner of her eyes
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| Tank top, smooth skin, soft lips, tanned thighs
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| How the hell’s this ache ever gonna die
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| And we make our choices
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| Doing what wee think is good
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| We deny our own dreams
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| 'Cause we think we’ve been told we should
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| We think we’ve been told we should
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| She looks up to heaven
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| And wonders why love is so cruel
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| She loves him won’t hurt him
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| Can’t stop the wanting of you |