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Where a little girl once stood |
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Now sits an empty base |
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Cold and shiny |
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Hard and tiny |
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Difficult to wash away |
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Oh, monsters get creative every day. |
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And nothing can prepare you for the day they run away |
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You'll find too late she's no longer needed |
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So you sealed your fate |
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One minute, she's your best friend |
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Then you watch her take your place |
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I guess that taught them all the same |
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You clever little charlatans |
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Ambition gleams in all the drought |
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And I can't take it |
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What goes up must come on down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, Miss |
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Blinded by your own reflection |
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Let the lights direct you now |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, I know. |
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I know. |
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Behave and like the Virgin Queen |
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You're just as damaged underneath |
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You know, |
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No matter how good your impersonation of me ever grows, |
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Deep down you know your insides never change |
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But people love it, that bitten chain was simply lacking taste |
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They fall for the spell of Lady Macbeth |
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Her calculated grace |
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But I can see the hunger of compulsion in your face |
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High school skinny fades away |
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And you're just left with Polaroids |
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Capturing your fifteen minutes |
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Ain't it great? |
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What goes up must come on down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, miss |
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Blinded by your own reflection |
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Let the lights direct you know |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, I know |
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I know |
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Vanity on parade |
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Vacant, frantic, and strange |
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Bought with heartache and desperation |
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Guess I loved you in vain, |
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Consider this song your wake |
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Lost your head to the elevation |
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All the king's horses and all the king's men |
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Couldn't bring you back again |
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What goes up must come on down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, miss |
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Blinded by your own reflection |
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Let the lights direct you know |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest |
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What goes up must come on down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, miss |
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Blinded by your own reflection |
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Let the lights direct you know |
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Narcissus in a red dress |
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You're like all the rest, I know |
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I know |