| Flowers on the table
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| His tie is on the door
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| Continental breakfast lyin cold on the floor
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| She looks out to the LA rain to see his car depart
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| She woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| In her patent leather cowboy boots
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| She caught a downtown bus
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| To the grand central market
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| Then on to Berry street at dusk
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| Where she drank some margaritas and a gypsy read her chart
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| She said she woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| Well right side in the daylight, changes in the dark
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| She woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| Well sun goes down the moon comes up
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| That’s where the trouble starts
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| She woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| The old familiar stages, the old familiar lines
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| The come ons and the curtain calls and all the alibies
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| Its one to many encores as the drama falls apart
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| That’s why she woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| Well right side in the daylight, changes in the dark
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| She woke up on the wrong side of his heart
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| Well sun goes down the moon comes up
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| That’s where the trouble starts
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| She woke up on the wrong side of his heart |