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Oct 2014
I saw her late in an evening dress
I knew she liked to drink
I could see it in her face

Money, liquor, and lust
Will only leave your heart
Pumping in the dust

She smelled like cigarettes and *****
She lives down inside that place still
She said she didn't want to choose

Money, liquor, and lust
Will only leave your heart
Pumping in the dust

Can't trust anyone anymore
Can't look in the mirror to hard
Can't see what she see's in store

Money, liquor, and lust
Will only leave your heart
Pumping in the dust
Shades On Inside
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Shades On Inside  United States
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