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She justified it then |
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She may well justify forever |
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She figures it's the only way |
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To keep herself together |
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Something about hotel rooms and horses |
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And losing all her friends |
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And hearing all their voices |
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She rubs it out, she covers it over |
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She's stronger by far, than a war-torn soldier |
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She rubs it out |
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She makes a little money |
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And sends it to the mother |
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She's living with some guy |
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Who's fighting off the sharks |
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She hopes some day |
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She'll get some kind of letter |
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Well you don't hold much |
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If you haven't got the heart |
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She rubs it out, she covers it over |
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She's harder by far, than a war-torn soldier |
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She rubs it out |
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Some time ago, I thought that she was trying to move on |
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I thought wrong |
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She rubs it out, she covers it over |
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She's harder by far, than a war-torn soldier |
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I'd die for her gladly |
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Lord knows I've told her |
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But she rubs it out |
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I justified it then |
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I may well justify forever |
