every morning in a strangers bed
but they'll never get inside her hurt or her head
shes a woman with home
shes a woman with no soul
walking down those anknown streets
they think they can see right through her
but shes a woman all alone
shes a woman with no soul
there are no tears going down this pretty eye
and you wouldn't understund why
its because he broke her hurt and took her soul
but he never let her die
she lights a cigarette
as shes starring at the flame
shes a woman with no flame
shes a woman with no name
there are no tears going down this pretty eye
and you wouldn't understund why
its because he broke her hurt and took her soul
but he never let her die
every nigh a different city
she looks for him at nigh
shes begging please come and save me
from this missery that you call life
there are no tears going down this pretty eye
and you wouldn't understund why
its because he broke her hurt and took her soul
but he never let her die
and now every morning shes in a strangers bed
no able to find him; shes a living dead .
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