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She was there one minute |
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And then she was gone the next |
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Lying in a pool of herself |
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With a twisted neck |
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Oh, she fell from the roof to the ground |
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There was glass lying all around |
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She was broken in a hundred pieces |
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When her body was found |
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She used to live life |
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She used to live life with a vengeance |
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And the chosen would dance |
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The chosen would dance in attendance |
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She crossed a lot of people |
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Some she called friends |
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She thought she'd live forever |
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But forever always ends |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Oh, she used to have style |
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She used to have style and she used it |
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And they say it turned bad when |
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The truth came 'round and she refused it |
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They found some fingerprints |
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Right around her throat |
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They didn't find no killer |
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And they didn't find no note |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Oh, did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
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Did she jump or was she pushed? |
