Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep;
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Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon.
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And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet! Now it's
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Guitars, Cadillacs, Hillbilly music,
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and lonely, lonely streets, that I call home. Yeah, my
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Guitars, Cadillacs, Hillbilly music,
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is the only thing that keeps me hangin' on.
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