She seemed almost demented
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as she frantically repented
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for the crime in which she filled her empty bowl,
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it was empty like her soul
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She kneeled inside the confession booth,
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and she told that holy man the truth
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but the booth was empty,
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frozen black as coal,
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it was damp and cold.
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Where are you gonna run to now?
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You lost what faith you had somehow
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Your show is over,
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it's time to take a bow
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Where are you gonna run to now?
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She spends her nights with lonely men
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and she goes too far every now and then.
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But it's her longest running show
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and the oldest job around,
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they say she's the best in town.
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Where are you gonna run to now?
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You lost what pride you had somehow
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Your show is over,
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it's time to take a bow
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Where are you gonna run to now?
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Now in 5 more years she'll be 23
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And in a lot of ways she's just like me
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She gives away her body,
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I give away my soul.
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We're always searching for life's treasures to unfold.
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We give it all to you
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yet we have no pot of gold.
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So where are we gonna run to now?
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We lost what love we had somehow,
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we're on this one way highway
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until the bitter end
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but where are we gonna run to then?
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Just Like Me
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Shawn Mullins |