| Now she’s white around her nose
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| Eyes like moons and torn up clothes
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| No matter how hard I try
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| She never smiles unless she’s high
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| Sleep all day and up all night
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| Her future used to be so bright
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| She was the best I’ve ever known
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| It’s all so wrong now
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| Like a moth she’s flying right into the light
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| Towards the end of that elusive tunnel
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| Those needle marks were never there when she was young
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| Hope come tomorrow, better days aren’t far away
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| No!
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| Makeup running down her cheek
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| She can’t remember the past week
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| Scoring highs and hitting peaks
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| Never coming down is all she sees
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| Asleep all day and up all night
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| Her future used to be so bright
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| She was the best I’ve ever known
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| It’s all so wrong now
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| Like a moth she’s flying right into the light
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| Towards the end of that elusive tunnel
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| Those needle marks were never there when she was young
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| Hope come tomorrow, better days aren’t far away
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| She could have seen the world
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| Just lying on the floor
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| All messed up in her black gown
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| With a bottle of Jack down
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| She’s all messed up from her bottle of blackout
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Has something white around her nose
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| With moonlike eyes and trashy clothes
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| She’s got a bottle of Jack down
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| She feels so good
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| She’s going to blackout
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| Like a moth she’s flying right into the light
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| Towards the end of that elusive tunnel
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| Those needle marks were never there when she was young
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| Hope come tomorrow, better days aren’t far away
|
| Like a moth she’s flying right into the light
|
| Towards the end of that elusive tunnel
|
| Those needle marks were never there when she was young
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| Hope come tomorrow, better days aren’t far away |