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Arnold-Ballman |
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You see her there at the bar across the room |
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She looks like an angel with her pain and perfume |
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You'd like to meet her, your conscience says no |
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Obey your conscience, turn around, boy, and go |
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Chorus |
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She's no angel, no angel, her wings are not real |
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She'll ruin your life, if your heart she can steal |
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She'll tell you tales to bring tears to your eyes |
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But don't you believe them, for they're only lies |
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You think if only she could be your own |
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You'd be more content than a king on his throne |
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You better not trust her, it's wrong if you do |
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She's broken many hearts and she'll break yours too |
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