| White stone and altar, no people anywhere
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| A marble Madonna watching on the side
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| Historic names engraved in the floor everywhere
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| Supernaturally calm on the outside
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| Outside, she is frozen, rooted to the spot
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| Inside, she is running down the street
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| On the outside, quite indifferent, like a mechanized robot
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| But oh, she feels the thundering of her desperate heartbeat
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Inside and outside
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Twice
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| And there are two different histories
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| And there are two histories
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| Outside, she can feel his fingers at her breast
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| Her mind spins around on a carousel
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| On the outside, she is captured, unable to protest
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| Inside, a million muscles urging to repel
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| Suddenly, outside, the world begins to shake
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| Crumbling walls and cracking pillars fall apart
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| As the world collapses over her, she’s calm and wide awake
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| Shedding tears of relief from the bottom of her heart
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Inside and outside
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Every moment happens twice
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| Twice
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| And there are two different histories
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| And there are two histories |