| How many boys, one night stands
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| How many lips, how many hands have held you
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| Like I’m holding you tonight
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| Too many nights staying up late
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| Too much powder and too much paint
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| But you can’t hide from the Turning of the Tide
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| Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress
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| Did they find some tender moment there in your caress?
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| Boys all say you look so fine
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| Don’t come back for a second time
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| But you can’t hide from the Turning of the Tide
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| Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before
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| Did he tell you that he’d love you, darling, forever more?
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| Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume
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| Creaking bed in the hotel room
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| But you can’t hide from the Turning of the Tide
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| How many boys, one night stands
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| How many lips, how many hands have held you
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| Like I’m holding you tonight
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| Too many nights staying up late
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| Too much powder and too much paint
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| But you can’t hide from the Turning of the Tide
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| From the Turning of the Tide |