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The paranoid great movie queen |
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Sits idly fully armed |
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The powder and mascara there |
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A warning light for charm |
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We see her every movie night |
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The strong against the weak |
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The lines come out and struggle with |
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The empty voice that speaks |
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Her heart is oh so tired now |
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Of kindnesses gone by |
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Like broken glasses in a drain |
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Gone down but not well spent |
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The road from barbary to here |
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She sold then stole right back |
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The vanity, insanity her hungry heart forgave |
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The fading bride's dull beauty grows |
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Just begging to be seen |
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Beneath the magic lights that reach from |
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Barbary to here |
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Her schoolhouse mind has windows now |
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Where handsome creatures come to watch |
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The anaesthetic wearing off |
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Antarctica starts here |
