| Midnight showers in the dark
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| Nightmares come streaming with the water
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| Cold leaks in from the floor
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| She used to be a business man’s daughter
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| Future left undiscovered, then
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| Pain comes dancing with laughter in her body
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| Now she lies on her favorite bench, lies in her only dress
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| She rewinds to a time
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| When she was clean and fresh
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| Gotta stay on her A-game
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| Always gotta play and party hard, of course
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| She had gold running through her fingers
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| Turns to mold, yeah, she was a thinker
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| But now she’s sold to the highest bidder
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| Figures come streaming with the sunshine
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| All clean and white, except that guy
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| That stain on his shirt, and the mess is mine
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| No, I mean hers, she is confined
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| To what six shames to blame
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| And can not find herself, no
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| She had gold running through her fingers
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| It turns to mold, yeah, she was a thinker
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| But now she’s sold to the highest bidder
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| She had gold running through her fingers
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| Turns to mold, yeah, she was a thinker
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| But now she’s sold to the highest bidder
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| And she rewinds to a time
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| When she was clean and fresh
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| Never sunk to the right side
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| City lights in her eyes
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| She had gold running through her fingers
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| Turns to mold, yeah, she was a thinker
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| But now she’s sold to the highest bidder
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| She had gold running through her fingers
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| Turns to mold, yeah, she was a thinker
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| But now she’s sold to the highest bidder
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| Now she’s numb, she has no one
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| Now she’s numb, remembers no one |