Key: A
Introduction:
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Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep,
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Showed me how this town can shatter dreams.
E
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool, who came to Babylon
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And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet.
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Oh its guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music.
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home.
E
Oh its guitars, cadillacs, and hillbilly music
A
Its the only thing that keeps me hanging on.
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There ain't no glamour in this tinsel land of lost and wasted lives
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And painful scars are all thats left of me.
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Oughta thank you girl, for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
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I've found them out now I guess I'll just leave.
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Its the only thing that keeps me hanging on (x2)