Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad

And cry myself to sleep

And showed me how this town can shatter dreams



Another lesson 'bout a naive fool

Who came to Babylon

And found out that the pie

Don't taste so sweet



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Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music

Lonely, lonely streets that I call home

Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music

The only things that keep me hangin' on



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Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land

Of lost and wasted lives

Painful scars are all that's left of me



I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me

Brand new ways to be cruel

Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave



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