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Watch her out there on display |
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Dancing in her sleepy way |
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And all her visions start to play |
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The icicles of our decay, Marlene |
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Drink it to Marlene |
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Fading flowers in her hair |
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She's suffering from wear and tear |
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She lies in waterfalls of dreams |
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And doesn't question what it means, Marlene |
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We drink it to Marlene |
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And all along the desert shore |
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She wanders further evermore |
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The only thing that's left to try |
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She says to live I have to die, Marlene |
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We drink it to Marlene |
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Marlene |
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We drink it to Marlene |
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She whispers sadly, "Well I might" |
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And holds herself so very tight |
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Then jumping from an unknown height |
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She merges with the liquid night, Marlene |
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Marlene |
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We drink it to Marlene |
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Her lovers wrap her mist in furs |
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And tell her what she has is hers |
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But when they take her by the hand |
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She slips back in the desert sand |
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Our Marlene |
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We drink it to Marlene |
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Marlene |
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But what she leaves is made of glass |
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And lovers worship as they pass |
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And each one says, "Well, now she's mine" |
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But all drink solitary wine |
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Marlene |
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Marlene |
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Fare thee well |
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Fare thee well |
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Marlene |
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Marlene |
