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There are shadows on the sidewalks of the city street at night
The alley ways and the ugly things are hidden from the light
And somewhere's soon my baby gonna sell her soul again
For a custom tainter lady killer they call Sugar man
I searched the backstreet barrooms and every cheap hotel
Asking for my baby they all knew her well
Well they said she's out there working for the wages of her sin
If you wanna find your baby baby look for Sugar man
Well tonight I found her in the sorry side of town
Laying cold upon her bed where she had laid her body down
I picked up the needle that had fallen from her hand
I stuck it through the money she had made for Sugar man
There are shadows on the sidewalks of the city street at night
The alley ways and the ugly things are hidden from the light
But the sun gonna shine tomorrow on some dirty garbage can
With a custom tainter lady killer they call Sugar man
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