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Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep |
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You showed me how this town can shatter dreams |
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Another lesson about a naive fool that came to Babylon |
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And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet |
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Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home |
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Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Is the only thing that keeps me hangin' on |
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Ain't no glamor in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives |
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And painful scars are all that's left of me |
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Oh, but thank you girl, for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel |
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So that I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave |
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And it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home |
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Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Is the only thing that keeps me hangin' on |
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Oh, it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home |
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Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |
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Is the only thing that keeps me hangin' on |
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It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on |
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It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on |
