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I was talking with the ? And they said it's not the way it seems 'Cause they work long nights And they have bad dreams. You've got an ? And just a little too much time And though I try I can't make you mine. Good times in an ugly town One way streets they take you down Your white dress is drying in the back room My ? is dying on the stairs. Your mother only had one daughter. I think I know the reason why. Angels on high You can make them cry. |