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That night, the chandeliers |
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Of The Majestic |
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Low-lit as you bowed-- |
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The papers all said |
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It was your most brilliant yet |
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Your most brilliant now |
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You sank from the surface, |
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Closing your eyes |
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Hair streaming out |
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Under the water, |
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Padlock and chain |
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Moving like a dream, |
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Twisting to escape |
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They held their breath with you, |
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Then you finally emerged |
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To thunderous applause |
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One last time death defied |
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And, dripping, you bowed |
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A little hesitant because |
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You must have known |
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Something was wrong |
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Everything was wrong |
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Under the water, |
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Padlock and chain |
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Moving like a dream |
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Twisting to escape |
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Even past the finale, |
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You were subtly drowning |
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Slow and unaware |
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After all the risks |
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And brushes with death |
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It ended quietly in bed |
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You must have known |
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Something was wrong |
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Everything was wrong |
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Under the water, |
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Padlock and chain |
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Moving like that dream |
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That you needed to escape |
