| So long ago, I don’t remember when
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| That’s when they say I lost my only friend
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| Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
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| As I listened through the cemetery trees
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| I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
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| The long broken arm of human law
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| Now it always seemed such a waste
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| She always had a pretty face
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| So I wondered how she hung around this place
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| Hey, come on try a little
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| Nothing is forever
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| There’s got to be something better than
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| In the middle
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| But me & Cinderella
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| We put it all together
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| We can drive it home
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| With one headlight
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| She said it’s cold
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| It feels like Independence Day
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| And I can’t break away from this parade
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| But there’s got to be an opening
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| Somewhere here in front of me
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| Through this maze of ugliness and greed
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| And I seen the sun up ahead
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| At the county line bridge
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| Sayin' all there’s good and nothingness is dead
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| We’ll run until she’s out of breath
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| She ran until there’s nothin' left
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| She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
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| Hey, come on try a little
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| Nothing is forever
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| There’s got to be something better than
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| In the middle
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| But me & Cinderella
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| We put it all together
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| We can drive it home
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| With one headlight
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| Well this place is old
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| It feels just like a beat up truck
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| I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
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| Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
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| This place is always such a mess
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| Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
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| I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
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| Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same
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| But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
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| I think her death it must be killin' me
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Come on try a little
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| Nothing is forever
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| There’s got to be something better than
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| In the middle
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| But me & Cinderella
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| We put it all together
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| We can drive it home
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| With one headlight |