She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose,
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She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club
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She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right,
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Makes her money one dollar at a time.
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Without the makeup, nobody knows her name,
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And she wears the pain
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Black tears, rolling down,
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From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town
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She reveals, and they all cheer,
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Then she cries, black tears
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Jealous of the innocent, sometimes she's convinced,
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The boss man is still a friend she needs.
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She's tried everything, cheap sex and cocaine,
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Anything to hide the pain for a little while
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The wrong kind of famous in her momma's eyes,
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You can tell she knows it when she cries
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Black tears, rolling down
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From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town,
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White lights on the mirror,
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Just won't hide, black tears
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She tries and tries so hard to get away
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But everybody's watching
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Black tears, rolling down,
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From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town,
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If all the pain would just disappear
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She'd quit cryin', yeah she'd quit cryin',
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Black tears
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Black Tears
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Jason Aldean |