| Rosemary walks across corridors
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| Across ballet school studio floors
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| Noon, the first day of the holidays
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| And the college is already closed
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| But she stands at the mirror
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| And dreams of the boy who has left her alone here to die
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| And the mirrors reflect to infinity
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| And she looks at herself with his eye
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| And the one boy that mattered rejected her
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| So she shattered the image the mirror threw back at her
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| Breasts too flat, legs too thin
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| Skin supernaturally pale
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| And now nobody sees her, the girl with no body
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| Dancing in the labyrinth alone
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| And she stands at the washbasin looking glass
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| Turns on the tap with a twist
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| And like Alice in Wonderland, quite unsurprised
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| Sees the razor blade enter her wrist
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| And the one boy that mattered rejected her
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| So she shattered the image the mirror threw back at her
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| Breasts too flat, legs too thin
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| Skin supernaturally pale
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| And now nobody sees her, the girl with no body
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| Dying in the labyrinth alone |