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She traces neat escapes |
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In night skylines |
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Bowing out with style |
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Daylight seeps into her darkness |
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She'll watch a new moon smile |
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Then crawl away |
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On another day |
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You would swear my judgement was wrong |
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Tracing neat escapes |
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Now the soft attraction has gone |
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She'll swear some weak excuse |
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To gain more time |
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Changing sides like friends |
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To satisfy her quicksand ego |
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When life falls short again |
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She'll crawl away |
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Inside her father's house |
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She's free to stay |
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Challenge if you dare |
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Her mirror test of self deception |
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Replacements crowd the stairs |
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Rehearsed in praise |