| The Grand Duchess of San Francisco
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| She holds court ever Thursday night
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| Watching the mirror at the disco
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| To see her stones touched by the light
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| She parties like she won the war
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| Willing to die for a truth that no one sees
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| That her love pours from the heart of God
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| But to the world it’s just a disease
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| She hates to live in the spotlight
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| But she’ll take that bitter pill
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| She hates to live in the spotlight
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| But it’s an emptiness she can fill
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| Only men worry if they’re not free
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| Philosophy, it only makes her sad
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| She serves the pleasure of the king
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| And everything else she says is a lie
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| She hates to live in the spotlight
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| But honey would you refuse?
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| She hates to live in the spotlight
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| But it’s where she can’t lose |