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She paints black pictures, her eyes filled with sorrow than she cries, |
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The curtain falls. |
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Raped by her life. |
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Left alone in these neverending night. |
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Her restless times. |
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Sad in these hours, |
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These moments, she's walking down the hall. |
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She begins to smile... |
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She's going wild, oh she had a knife. |
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She's going wild, she's not satisfied. |
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Black dressed appearing, a life without feeling. |
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No thoughts, no love inside. |
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Despairing and dreaming, amazed by a bitter taste of joy, her bloody toy. |
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She cuts again, thens she's leaving with a trial of blood the hall and begins to cry. |
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All she want is to be loved. |
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Tonight she goes too far. |
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She's gone without a trace and now the curtains close again. |
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She's going so wild. |
