| In the window, there’s a girl
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| And she screams to the Gods above
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| She begs please to be released
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| But she’s just left shouting louder
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| 'Cause in her melancholy world
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| All the colours are fading and run
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| From this disease, she can’t find peace
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| For one day, one minute or hour
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| Maybe she knows that life is a joke
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| So she spins like a whirling dervish for love in a stranger’s eyes
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| She drinks 'til the morning light
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| 'Cause behind her smile
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| There’s a clown and he laughs
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| With an evil that swallows you whole
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| Making fun of her every day
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| But there’s nowhere to run away
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| Behind her smile
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| There’s a demon who’ll dance
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| On the pieces left of her soul
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| Keeps reminding her every day
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| That it’ll always be this way
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| You will find her next to you
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| She’s disguised in ribbons and bows
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| With perfect nails, she never fails
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| To be the life, the soul, the party
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| And though her heart is painted blue
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| In the crowd, there’s no one who knows
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| Run off the rails, she tips the scales
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| Yeah, she laughs but life weighs heavy
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| 'Cause behind her smile
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| There’s a clown and he laughs
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| With an evil that swallows you whole
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| Making fun of her every day
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| But there’s nowhere to run away
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| Behind her smile
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| There’s a demon who’ll dance
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| On the pieces left of her soul
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| Keeps reminding her every day
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| That it’ll always be this way
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| She turns on the taps
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| And wonders how to drown herself today
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| Wonders if she’ll make it out okay
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| Hopes that the cold will soon be over
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| She rolls back the sheets
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| And tries her best to find another way
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| To make it to another lonely day
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| Hopes to God the clown will not expose her |