| She got a compact mirror
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| Stole it off her mother
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| She got her daddy’s overnight traveling bag
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| Always been told «if you wanna leave home honey, you ain’t ever,
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| ever welcome back»
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| And now she’s down at the station, baby in her belly
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| Kickin' gentle momma chilled to the max
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| She got a one way ticket, goin’cross the border
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| For her hopes and all her dreams
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| Rollin down the train tracks, yeah
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| How can I protect you in this, crazy world?
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright
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| From two to nine you work for five-a-dime
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| Start the night with some thunderbird wine
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| Praise the lord for those neon lights that’a
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| Keep the city burnin' bright all night
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| Walkin' in the park in the midnight rain
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| Swear to yourself that ya gonna change
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| Ain’t gonna crash, ain’t gonna burn, ain’t gonna take no wrong turn
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| Feel so alone, so you telephone, ya
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| Call collect ain’t nobody home
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| You ain’t surprised though you wonder why your letters come back unopened
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| So you hit the strip with your freak flag high an'
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| Forget about the tears in your daddy’s eyes
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| Momma don’t worry if the waters rise
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| Don’t ever let my drink run dry till the sunshine
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| How can I protect you in this, crazy world?
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright
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| And when the talkin’s over
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| There’s nothing left I can do
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| How’m I ever gonna get through to you?
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| Let the angels be the navigators
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| The devil will get there on his own
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| Let the cherubin
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| Let the serafin
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| Keep you walkin' on the road back home, yeah
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| How can I protect you?
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright
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| How can I protect you in this, crazy world?
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright
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| How can I protect you in this, crazy world?
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| Yeah
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| It’s alright |