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Ugly Town
I was talking with the ?And they said it's not the way it seems'Cause they work long nightsAnd they have bad dreams.You've got an ?And just a little too much timeAnd though I tryI can't make you mine.Good times in an ugly townOne way streets they take you downYour white dress is drying in the back roomMy ? is dying on the stairs.Your mother only had one daughter.I think I know the reason why.Angels on highYou can make them cry.
From Letras Mania