| Cheap perfume and painted faces
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| Fallen angles fill the places
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| Where I go when my troubles pull me down
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| All the lies I know they’ll tell me
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| And the time that they will sell me
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| For a while I’ll be the biggest man in town
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| Back at home in bed she’s crying
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| For her love for me is dying
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| But she’ll pry I make it safely through the night
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| When the mornin' sun starts showing
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| To her bedside I’ll be going
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| And she’ll hold me while I face the morning light
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| And I’ll make promises
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| Promises to change
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| I’ll make her promises swear I’ll rearrange
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| And I’ll start giving all the love she needs
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| If only she will stay
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| Once again she’ll reasure me and
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| I believe her love will cure me
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| And I’ll fall asleep with tears on my face
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| Lord I know she’s just a woman
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| And her love can’t last forever
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| And someday soon I know she’ll
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| Leave without a trace
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| For broken' promises
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| Will tear her dreams apart
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| Just token promises will someday break her heart
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| And for the last time she’ll hold me when I cry
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| And while I’m sleeping
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| She’ll quietly say goodbye |