| Well, the night makes moves
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| And it shatters like broken glass
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| Better play it cool… better let it pass
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| Have you been screening your smokes?
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| And whispers in an all night bar
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| Better off as the fool
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| Than the owner of that kind of heart
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| They don’t know you anyway
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| They don’t know you and they don’t watch you walk away
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| Just a nobody girl
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| With a radar to the scene
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| When the emptiness finds you
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| You find all the numbers you need
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| Say you follow your heart
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| Well, honey you’re just being lost
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| Say you follow your gut
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| Well, how much would it cost?
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| They don’t know you anyway
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| They don’t know you
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| And they don’t watch you walk away
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| You’re nobody, girl
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| You’re nobody, girl
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| You’re a nobody, girl
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| The night plays games
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| And the people they come and go Well, they trade in their pieces
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| For a late-night ride on your rodeo
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| If your horses could talk,
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| I wonder if they would complain
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| I know you’re rested and ready
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| They’ve been going nowhere for days
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| They don’t know you anyway
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| They don’t know you,
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| They don’t even mind the weight
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| Nobody, girl
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| You’re nobody, girl
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| Nobody, girl |