She's on her way to workHer heart is wearing thinThe tattoos leave a markFrom everywhere she's beenCause she's never in one placeShe takes it on the chinNow tears are welling upAnd they are rushing down her skinWhile she's pushing trough the doorShe hides behind a grinBut no one really knows how sadShe feels withinLife goes on, put a sad song onShe's tryna go the distanceBut she's running out of loveIt doesn't make a differenceNo it's never quite enoughBuys chocolate bars and magazinesThe things that make her smileBut she falls down, down, downShe's on her way back to work at 7When the morning sun is upShe goes home at 11With her coat all buttoned upBuys cigarettes and dvdsThe thing that make her smileBut she falls down, down, downShe's on her way to nowhereDriving in the rain to her houseRight up the roadHer name is on the mailboxBut it never feels like homeWhen she's climbing into bed, you knowShe's climbing all aloneWhen she's climbing into bedShe's climbing on her ownLife goes on, put a sad song onShe's tryna go the distanceBut she's running out of loveIt doesn't make a differenceNo it's never quite enoughBuys chocolate bars and magazinesThe things that make her smileBut she falls down, down, downShe's on her way back to work at 7When the morning sun is upShe goes home at 11 with her coatAll buttoned upBuys cigarettes and dvdsThe thing that make her smileBut she falls down, down, downShe's on her way to nowhereHe's working at the barAnd takes a later shiftA little drunk and far too young toEnd up just like thisWhen he takes her by the handShe does not resistThey're on their way to nowhereBecause nowhere sure beats thisShe's tryna go the distanceNow she's got a little loveA little makes a differenceEven if it's not enoughThe chocolate bars and magazinesJust leave 'em on the shelfAnd put 'em down, down, downShe's on her way back to work at 7When the morning sun is upThe drive home at 11To smoke cigarettes and stuffThe dvds and memoriesYou keep them to yourselfFrom the way down, down, downThey're on their way to nowhere
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She's on her way to work
Her heart is wearing thin
The tattoos leave a mark
From everywhere she's been
Cause she's never in one place
She takes it on the chin
Now tears are welling up
And they are rushing down her skin
While she's pushing trough the door
She hides behind a grin
But no one really knows how sad
She feels within
Life goes on, put a sad song on
She's tryna go the distance
But she's running out of love
It doesn't make a difference
No it's never quite enough
Buys chocolate bars and magazines
The things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way back to work at 7
When the morning sun is up
She goes home at 11
With her coat all buttoned up
Buys cigarettes and dvds
The thing that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way to nowhere
Driving in the rain to her house
Right up the road
Her name is on the mailbox
But it never feels like home
When she's climbing into bed, you know
She's climbing all alone
When she's climbing into bed
She's climbing on her own
Life goes on, put a sad song on
She's tryna go the distance
But she's running out of love
It doesn't make a difference
No it's never quite enough
Buys chocolate bars and magazines
The things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way back to work at 7
When the morning sun is up
She goes home at 11 with her coat
All buttoned up
Buys cigarettes and dvds
The thing that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way to nowhere
He's working at the bar
And takes a later shift
A little drunk and far too young to
End up just like this
When he takes her by the hand
She does not resist
They're on their way to nowhere
Because nowhere sure beats this
She's tryna go the distance
Now she's got a little love
A little makes a difference
Even if it's not enough
The chocolate bars and magazines
Just leave 'em on the shelf
And put 'em down, down, down
She's on her way back to work at 7
When the morning sun is up
The drive home at 11
To smoke cigarettes and stuff
The dvds and memories
You keep them to yourself
From the way down, down, down
They're on their way to nowhere
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