Lookin' back at the crash site I don't see me by the roadside Well this heart is on wheels tonight Straight through the ghettos and without lights Now every heart has a blind side Where it learns how to improvise Well this place is a whorehouse tonight Cheaper lovers make expensive wives But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down This invisible city Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard Now all of these voices And all of these noises With all their illusions of choices They've come to my door With one dozen roses The imitation of good faith Is how you stumble upon hate It may have been the first of mistakes When we held on too loosely Then opened the gates But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down This invisible city Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard Now I try not to tell lies But there's pressures from inside So I've learned how to compromise Good people for alibis But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down This invisible city Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard
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Lookin' back at the crash site
I don't see me by the roadside
Well this heart is on wheels tonight
Straight through the ghettos and without lights
Now every heart has a blind side
Where it learns how to improvise
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard
Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
They've come to my door
With one dozen roses
The imitation of good faith
Is how you stumble upon hate
It may have been the first of mistakes
When we held on too loosely
Then opened the gates
But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard
Now I try not to tell lies
But there's pressures from inside
So I've learned how to compromise
Good people for alibis
But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard
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