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The Good Life - Night and Day lyrics
I know a girl with cuts on her legs. 
 I think that she hates the way she was made,
 but we never spoke of why they were there,
 I just squeezed them and kissed them
 'til we both felt a little better.
 And now I've returned to the town where she dwells;
 that cold lonely cabin her grandfather built.
 I suppose that's where she's imprisoned herself,
 to write all those words she's too scared to tell-
 those sad, short stories of a girl curled up in her shell.
 Night and day she tends to her bar.The Good Life - Night and Day - http://motolyrics.com/the-good-life/night-and-day-lyrics.html
 She pours the drinks, they pour out their hearts.
 All that sorrow and alcohol weighs hard on her thoughts,
 so she writes them down... she loves them all.
 -And when we'd make love she'd stare in my eyes...
 I swore we had met a thousand times.
 Thousands of lives, thousands of nights...
 she'd written of it a thousand lines. 
 Night and day she tends to her bar.
 She pours me a drink for my parched heart.
 All my sorrow's in alcohol...
 she holds up the cup to my cracked lips for a kiss.















