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Desiree's in disarray waiting for her angels to come |
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Where she used to feel the weight of a thousand lifetimes |
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Now she just feels numb |
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There was a time when her beauty raised the eyebrows of the town |
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Any man would gladly give up all he had just to take Desiree down |
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She stares out the window at the world passing by |
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She's caught beneath the wheel too heavy to lift, she feels too weak to try |
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People stare like strangers where once she might've asked them in |
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To fill the void where her heart once was |
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Now she just fills her glass again and again |
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And she walks the floor less traveled, thinks of a sad melody |
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Wine and blood don't mix like they used to, now they just make a memory |
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Too many years trying to do the right thing for the wrong man |
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Now the picture is clear |
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She drinks and she cries and she hides from the past |
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'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears |
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All these half-truths and alibis help build a wall of denial |
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She takes comfort in the night, darkness blocks the light |
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From falling on her aging smile |
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Gray befalls her halo where there once was a golden mane |
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And her eyes don't shine like they used to |
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Without the moon, the sun would be in vain |
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So she walks the floor less traveled, thinks of a sad melody |
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Wine and blood don't mix like they used to, now they just make a memory |
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Too many years trying to do the right thing for the wrong man |
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Now the picture is clear |
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She drinks and she cries and she hides from the past |
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'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears |
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She puts on her make-up though no one's seen her for days |
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Her silence is a lonely cry, she's trapped inside a maze |
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Her tears have turned to honey, drawing the black flies of depression |
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Desiree's in disarray waiting for her angels again |
