| There’s a crystal at the heart of every tear
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| Upon reflection making her perfection clear
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel
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| There’s a silence at the edge of every sigh
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| There’s a light that points the corners of your her eyes
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel
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| There’s a poem deep within her clevage breast
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| There’s a rose that blooms with every warm caress
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel
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| She takes her time oh she takes her time
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| She paints her moves and they’ll so be fine
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| Blue as a jewel
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| She’s nobody’s fool
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| But who can tell
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| Oh she lies so well
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| A kind of spell that lives of hell in her eyes
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| Oh in her eyes
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| There are stories that she tells when she’s asleep
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| There are secrets that she shares but still she keeps
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel
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| There’s a picture that she paints without a brush
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| There are times when all her silver turns to dust
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel
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| And she is blue as a jewel
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| Clear as ice kind and cruel |