| I can’t find a way to sleep,
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| So I guess I’ll just surrender,
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| And let this town have it’s way.
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| If I just took time to breathe,
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| I could hear ol' hank a warning…
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| Not to go down this way.
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| The bars are open wide,
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| And your friends they lie in waiting…
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| On this I’ve learned I can rely.
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| They are plotting as they dance,
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| Hiding fraud within their smiles.
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| Kiss and hug with knives in hand
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| Spitting lies, just to find…
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| There’s a reason why we’re never satisfied.
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| From the long walk home,
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| To the reasons why we go to bed alone
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| Hey this whiskey must be broken,
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| Cause it ain’t hardly working
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| To erase her from my mind.
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| Get on up and stumble home
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| As the vultures plot behind you…
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| To pick the meat right from your bones
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| Oh god… my soul, my life,
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| Please don’t let her see that I’m falling apart.
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| The streetlights burn so bright,
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| And all the way home they remind me of…
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| The night she stole my heart.
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| Spitting lies, just to find…
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| There’s a reason why we’re never satisfied.
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| From the long walk home,
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| To the reasons why we go to bed alone |