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It's not black enough to see where any white is |
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So i'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans |
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And i remember you as heartless as a freeway |
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And i wonder if the time will make your eyes like angelynes |
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Will you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and naked feet |
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And your expensive hands are swinging all your beverly keys |
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The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips |
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And it's all full of broken barbie dolls and disassembled dreams |
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If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful |
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How can you want them all to love you for the same thing |
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For the same thing |
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You went and left you license on the car seat |
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You had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name |
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And then he handed you a tambourine and whistled |
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No matter what they call you by, the meaning stays the same |
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Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door |
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Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear |
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Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk |
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Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting |
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You don't want for them to hate you because you're beautiful |
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How can you want them all to love you for the same thing |
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Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door |
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Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear |
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Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk |
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Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting |
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You don't want for them to hate you be cause you're beautiful |
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How can you want them all to love you |
