Cheap perfume and painted faces
Fallin' angels fill the places
Where I go when my troubles pull me down
All the lies I know they'll tell me
For awhile I'll be the biggest man in town
Back at home in bed she's cryin'
For her love for me is dyin'
But she'll pray I make it safely through the night
When the mornin' sun starts showin'
To her bedside I'll be goin'
And she'll hold me while I face the mornin' light
And I'll make promises
Promises to change
I'll make her promises
Swear I'll rearrange
And I'll start givin'
All the love she needs
If only she will stay
Once again she'll reassure me
And I believe her love will cure me
And I'll fall aleep with tears on my face
And I know she's just a woman
And her love can't last forever
And someday soon I know she'll leave without a trace
For broken promises
Will tear her dreams apart
Just token promises
Will someday break her heart
And for the last time
She'll hold me when I cry
And while I'm sleepin'
She'll quietly say goodbye
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