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But the lonely times don't they suit her skinAll the city mimes but she's standing thinAnd behold the nerve written in her faceIt's a frozen tide nowAll the city swims pain it's the only truthAnd she paints her things and the men apporveAnd that's all she needs cos the patriots they still call this their townThey told her it's the right way, this time how can they pretendThey told her it's the right way, but my love she is more than thisOh the lonely times, how they illuminate all the faceless men playing their charadesOh, but how she sees through their break-neck charm she will not promote foolsIn her history books, even in our house hordes of these men sniffing aroundThey told her it's the right way, this time how can they pretendThey told her it's the right way, but my love she is more than thisShe threw a brick at the casino she was so proud when she came homeThey're so sure it's the right way but they don't see her eyes From Letras Mania