| It was a night, it was just another night
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| She was sayin' lots of nothing
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| She was none too bright
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| But you’ll listen much to anythin'
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| When anythin’s in sight, won’t ya!
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| Double back trouble like a temperance hall
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| She’s dealin' with the ceilin'
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| And the writings on the wall
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| Then you’re wishing it was over, like an endless fall
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| It’s a lane side fight
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| Oh no! |
| another main line ride
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| Oh no! |
| there ain’t a train in sight
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| Oh no! |
| settin' my soul on fire
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| Try her and buy her
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| Hire and fire her
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| Playin' the game his latest flame
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| Now it’s a fine line between passion and dread
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| Foolin' and a droolin'
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| Starts rulin' your head
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| To seduction, destruction
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| We’re so easily lead
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| And then the dawn, the so impatient telephone
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| The smell of disappointment
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| Mirror wants to pick a bone
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| It’s a cup of cold coffee
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| Like the taste of stale beer
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| Let’s get outta here
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| It’s a lane side fight
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| Oh no! |
| another main line ride
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| Oh no! |
| there ain’t a train in sight
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| Oh no! |
| settin' my soul on fire
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| Try her and buy her
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| Hire and fire her
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| Carry the flame and make it last
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| Carry the blame and kiss your ass goodbye |