There she goes, she's a lonely one,
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She wears a strange painted on smile.
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She's caught in the middle,
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And she's waited for a long, long while.
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There she sits half in the shade,
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She won't look at any trouble made by that man.
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He's the only trouble she understands.
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Dancing where the lonely lights are dim,
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Holding on to just a memory of him
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I tell myself there's no one to blame,
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Is it fate? Why we feel the same.
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Caught by the middle after waiting for a long, long time
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Dancing where the lonely lights are dim,
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Holding on tojust a memory of him
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Lonely lights
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| Tarnation |
