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I am a doll of wax |
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A doll of sawdust |
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My heart is etched in my songs |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
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Am I better am I worse |
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Than a mannequin |
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I see the bright side of life |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
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My records are a mirror |
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Where anyone can see me |
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I'm everywhere at once |
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Smashed in a thousand shards of voice |
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Around me I hear laugh |
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Rag dolls |
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Those that dance to my songs |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
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They let themselves be seduced |
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For a yes for a name |
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Love is not just in songs |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
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Alone sometimes I sigh |
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I ask myself what good |
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Singing about love this way without reason |
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Without knowing anything about boys |
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I'm nothing but a doll of wax |
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Only a doll of sawdust |
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I'm nothing but a doll of wax |
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Only a doll of sawdust |
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Under the sun of my blond hair |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
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But someday I'll live my songs |
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Doll of wax doll of sound |
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Without fear of the warmth of boys |
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Doll of wax doll of sawdust |
