Guitars and Cadillacs

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Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad 
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And cry myself to sleep 
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And showed me how this town can shatter dreams 
 
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool 
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Who came to Babylon 
 
And found out that the pie 
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Don't taste so sweet 
 
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Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home 
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Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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The only things that keep me hangin' on 
 
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Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land 
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Of lost and wasted lives 
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Painful scars are all that's left of me 
 
I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me 
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Brand new ways to be cruel 
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Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave 
 
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Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home 
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Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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The only things that keep me hangin' on 
 
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Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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Lonely, lonely streets that I call home 
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Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music 
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The only things that keep me hangin' on