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Model Stranger - Turn Of The Century
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Born broke in a scent Yellow smoke from a cigarette Worst part isn’t over yet Eyes glued on an accident Handed down a tarnished crown Handed down your broken crown Keep quite don’t make a sound Hold your tongue don’t make a sound Said I saw it with my own two eyes Said I saw it with my own two eyes The kind of love that’ll cut you down to size The kind a boy didn’t realize Momma grew up to be a faker Daddy grew up to be a taker Never saw it in your morning paper It was news to me At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery And I held her up for all to see At the quarter of a century I’m flirting with my destiny And she brings me down to my knees Handed down a tarnished crown Handed down your broken crown Keep quiet don’t make a sound Hold your tongue I said shhhhhhhhh Said I saw it with my own two eyes Said I saw it with my own two eyes The kind of love will cut you down to size The kind a boy didn’t realize Momma grew up to be a faker Daddy grew up to be a taker Never saw it in your morning paper It was news to me At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery And I held her up for all to see At the quarter of a century I’m flirting with my destiny And she brings me down to my knees At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery And she’d pirouette for all to see At the quarter of a century I’m flirting with my destiny And she brings me down to my knees At the turn of the century there wasn’t much left for me And I found it hard to see At the quarter of a century there’s still so much left in me And I need you, need you To believe!
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