Lookin' back at the crash site
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I don't see me by the roadside
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Well this heart is on wheels tonight
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Straight through the ghettos
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And without lights
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Now every heart has a blind side
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Where it learns how to improvise
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Well this place is a whorehouse tonight
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Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
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[Chorus:]
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But all of these horses
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That you chase around
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In the end they are the ones
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That always bring you down
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This invisible city
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Where no one sees nothing
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We're touching faces in the dark
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Feelin' pretty is so hard
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Now all of these voices
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And all of these noises
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With all their illusions of choices
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They've come to my door
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With one dozen roses
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The imitation of good faith
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Is how you stumble upon hate
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It may have been the first of mistakes
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When we held on too loosely
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Then opened the gates
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[chorus]
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Now I try not to tell lies
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But there's pressures from inside
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So I've learned how to compromise
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Good people for alibis
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[chorus]
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Invisible City
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The Wallflowers |