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Dale Anne is a mermaid on the sand |
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Reaching out with helpless hands |
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For someone to understand |
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Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry |
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It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky |
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So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is |
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And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives |
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Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings |
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She's the queen of everything |
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That's been forgotten by the spring |
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She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust |
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Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust |
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Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye |
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She's lost inside of other peoples' lives |
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Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears |
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Holding memories like a mirror |
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Reflecting images of tears |
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All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes |
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She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams |
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Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain |
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My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne |