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She slips in and out of her dull imagination |
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That floats around the twilight of her tomb |
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Clutching her little treasures |
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That represent a happy moment |
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Displayed with sad affection in her room |
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But this life is a prison |
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And it hurts to hear the children laughing |
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While they live their pretty little dreams |
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And frozen all the while |
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Is a tearful bitter smile |
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Nothings really what it seems |
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Nothings really what it seems |
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Nothings really what it seems |
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Like a silver little fool |
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You were standing at the alter |
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In the tides by the candles |
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As they burn |
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Pressed against the mirror |
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Playing all your favourite film stars |
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Ready for the camera |
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That would never, never turn |
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Push aside the curtain |
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Of your tiny garret window |
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And glare out on the narrow little world |
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You were in your wedding dress |
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Great expectations more or less |
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Playing with your dolls like any ordinary |
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Little girl |
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Candle light |
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Candle bright |
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Won't you light my way tonight |
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Candle light |
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Candle bright |
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Won't you light my way tonight |
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Now it's the futile bitter feelings |
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That clutch you in the middle |
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You were never really given a chance |
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And the spite that jabs your mind |
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Hides a heart thats really warm and kind |
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And the pulse that races with |
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Each other inquisitive glance |
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You were always the outsider |
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And they set you up a childhood |
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To be just another cuddly toy |
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And the whisper in the street |
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When the street corner gossips meet |
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The woman on the fourth floor |
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He was such a happy boy |
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The woman on the fourth floor |
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He was such a happy boy |
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The woman on the fourth floor |
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He was such a happy boy |
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The woman on the fourth floor |
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He was such a happy boy |
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Candle light |
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Candle bright |
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Won't you light my way tonight |
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Candle light |
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Candle bright |
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Won't you light my way tonight |
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Candle light |
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Candle bright |
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Won't you light my way tonight |
