Desiree's in disarray waiting for her angels to come
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Where she used to feel the weight of a thousand lifetimes
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Now she just feels numb
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But there was a time when her beauty raised the eyebrows of the town
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Any man would gladly give up all he had just to take Desiree down
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She stares out the window at the world passing by
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She is caught beneath the wheel
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Too heavy to lift - she feels too weak to try
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People stare like strangers where once she might've asked them in
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To fill the void where her heart once was
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Now she just fills her glass again
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And again
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And she walks the floor less traveled
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Thinks of a sad melody
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Wine and blood don't mix like they used to
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Now they just make a memory
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Too many years trying to do the right thing for the wrong man
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Now the picture is clear
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She drinks and she cries and she hides from the past
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'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears
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All these half-truths and alibis help build a wall of denial
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She takes comfort in the night - darkness blocks the light
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From falling on her aging smile
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Grey befalls her halo where there once was a golden mane
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And her eyes don't shine like they used to
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Without the moon, the sun would be in vain
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So she walks the floor less traveled
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Thinks of a sad melody
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Wine and blood don't mix like they used to
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Now they just make a memory
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Too many years trying to the right thing for the wrong man
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Now the picture is clear
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She drinks and she cries and she hides from the past
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'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears
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She puts on her make-up - though no one's seen her for days
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Her silence is a lonely cry
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She's trapped inside a maze
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Her tears have turned to honey, drawing the black flies of depression
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Desiree's in disarray waiting for her angels again
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Wine And Blood
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Gov't Mule |