Rickie Lee Jones - Love Junkyard

Dented bodies, broken souls
Wilted roses, hearts grow cold
Unhappy endings and shattered dreams
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Where’s the candlelight, where’s the smiles
Man this place goes on for miles
There’s heaps and heaps of wedding rings
Equal space for tramps and kings

There’s no dobermans though (there? ) or security guards at the love
Junkyard
Open 24 hours, come as you are --- to the love junkyard

Tanks of teardrops shed in vain
Mix it with the pouring rain
Promises go up in smoke
Freight cars full of abandoned (? ) hope

That’s as far as I’ve gotten --- hope you can use that and if you figure
Out the rest would you please share it with me?
Tiny trysts or grand affairs, there’s no more need for teddy bears
Time for pretty words has past, so fly the flag of love half mast
At the love junkyard

There’s no dobermans though or security guards at the love junkyard
Open 24 hours, bring your broken heart --- to the love junkyard