| A smile for every passing car
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| And when they stop with door ajar
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| She shrugs and whispers que sera
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| And turns her thoughts to the pillow
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| Her face is etched with memories
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| She finds now joy amid the sleaze
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| It`s hard when you`ve been paid to please
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| So she turns her thoughts to the pillow
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| Daylight comes she rests her head
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| The beauty of an empty bed
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| She dreams of happy days instead
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| Of brooding on to-morrow
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| She swapped her dreams of shining knights
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| For pushers, bars and money fights
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| For nameless faces in red light
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| So she turns her head to the pillow
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| Those black eyes don`t hurt any more
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| She`s heard the jokes and jibes before
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| She`s felt the long arm of the law
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| So she turns her head to the pillow
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| Daylight comes …
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| Takeing drugs was not for fun
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| It made her feel like going on
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| But now she hurts when its all gone
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| And she turns her head to the pillow
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| She take a blade and breaks her skin
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| Sweet life force flows from within
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| The white clouds in her head grow dim
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| And she turns her head to the pillow |