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( warren / carter ) |
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Well, you wouldn't read my letters if i wrote you |
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You ask me not to call you on the phone |
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Well, there's something i've been waiting for to tell you |
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So i wrote it in the words of a song |
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The glamor of the gay night life has lured you |
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To the places where the wine and liquer flow |
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Well, you went to be some body else's baby |
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And forget the truest love you ever know |
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I never knew there where honky-tonk angels |
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Oh, i might have know you never make a wife |
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You gave up the only one that ever loved you |
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And went back to that wild side of life |
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Now the glamour of the gay that life has lured you |
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To the places where the wine and liquer flow |
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Well, you went to be some body else's baby |
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And forget the truest love you ever know |
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I never knew there where honky-tonk angels |
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Oh, i might have know you never make a wife |
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You gave up the only one that ever loved you |
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And went back to that wild side of life |
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I never knew there where honky-tonk angels |
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Oh, i might have know you never make a wife |
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You gave up the only one that ever loved you |
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And went back to that wild side of life |