A smile for every passing car
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And when they stop with door ajar
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She shrugs and whispers que sera
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And turns her thoughts to the pillow
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Her face is etched with memories
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She finds now joy amid the sleaze
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It's hard when you've been paid to please
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So she turns her thoughts to the pillow
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[Chorus:]
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Daylight comes she rests her head
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The beauty of an empty bed
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She dreams of happy days instead
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Of brooding on tomorrow
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She swapped her dreams of shining knights
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For pushers, bars and money fights
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For nameless faces in red light
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So she turns her head to the pillow
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Those black eyes don't hurt any more
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She's heard the jokes and jibes before
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She's felt the long arm of the law
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So she turns her head to the pillow
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[Chorus]
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Taking drugs was not for fun
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It made her feel like going on
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But now she hurts when its all gone
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And she turns her head to the pillow
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She take a blade and breaks her skin
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Sweet life force flows from within
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The white clouds in her head grow dim
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And she turns her head to the pillow
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[Chorus]
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Sunlight creeps across her head
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Pale beauty in a crimson bed
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No dreams of happy days ahead
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She'll have no more tomorrows
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The Pillow (Remix)
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| UB40 |
