I don't see me by the roadside
 Well this heart is on wheels tonight
 Straight through the ghettos
 And without lights
 Now every heart has a blind side
 Where it learns how to improvise
 Well this place is a whorehouse tonight
 Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
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 But all of these horses
 That you chase around
 In the end they are the ones
 That always bring you down
 This invisible city
 Where no one sees nothing
 We're touching faces in the dark
 Feelin' pretty is so hard

 Now all of these voices
 And all of these noises
 With all their illusions of choices
 They've come to my door
 With one dozen roses
 The imitation of good faith
 Is how you stumble upon hate
 It may have been the first of mistakes
 When we held on too loosely
 Then opened the gates

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 Now I try not to tell lies
 But there's pressures from inside
 So I've learned how to compromise
 Good people for alibis

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