| The house curtains rise, we were standing there
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| Two little girls, flowers in our hair
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| We knew what we’d find, we were mesmerized
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| Then the curtain fell and we realized
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| Oh-oh-oh, another fight for the waking life
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| Did you lose your way, was it a sacrifice?
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| It’s impossible to understand
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| What tore your fingers back from your clenched up fist
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| You closed your eyes with confidence
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| It’s impossible to understand
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| I think of the dance, the dying swan
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| Why they added it to the story line
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| Her movements, her grace, they were beautiful
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| In her wilting arms lay her power
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| Oh-oh-oh, another fight for the waking life
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| Did you lose your way, was it a sacrifice?
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| It’s impossible to understand
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| What tore your fingers back from your clenched up fist
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| You closed your eyes with confidence
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| It’s impossible to understand
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| And, oh, we’d met a lifetime ago
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| I’ll see you somewhere I don’t know
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| Yeah, you could do anything
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| But you have something to lose
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| To lose
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| Oh-oh-oh, another fight for the waking life
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| Did you lose your way, was it a sacrifice?
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| It’s impossible to understand
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| What tore your fingers back from your clenched up fist
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| You closed your eyes with confidence
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| It’s impossible to understand |