| Poor little thing
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| You’re such a cliché
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| And I can’t bring myself
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| To look you in the eye
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| Oh how badly you’ve been treated
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| You’ve been messed with and defeated
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| And you never thought to ask somebody why
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| You can’t go from town to town
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| Letting everybody down
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| And not expect someone there to catch up with you
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| You can’t go from place to place
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| Breaking hearts to save your face
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| And still be surprised when the consequences hit you
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| Poor little thing
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| I’d love to help you
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| To point you toward Jesus or something else
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| But everyone who ever got close to you
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| Got crucified and I have to save myself
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| You can’t go from town to town
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| Letting everybody down
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| And not expect someone there to catch up with you
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| You can’t go from place to place
|
| Breaking hearts to save your face
|
| And still be surprised when the consequences hit you
|
| You can’t go from town to town
|
| Letting everybody down
|
| And not expect someone there to catch up with you
|
| You can’t go from place to place
|
| Breaking hearts to save your face
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| And still be surprised when the consequences hit you |