| Victoria, I hate to be the one to tell you this:
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| It’s gone beyond
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| Everyone’s idea of a joke
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| I know you’re here
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| On every surface I can smell you near
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| The scent of cigarettes and Belvadere
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| Victoria
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| Morning came, you changed your name
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| Into a V
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| No one knows
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| What you saw, that made your poor
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| Heart bleed
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| Triumphantly
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| You did declare your only love was me
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| So how could he
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| Shut you away?
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| But when I sing
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| I hear you end and then I begin
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| It’s sickening
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| In a curious way
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| But he was strong, his arms were long
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| Longer than yours
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| What a cruel finishing, diminishing
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| Just to be sure
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| He’ll know your name
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| And I now I know I can feel your pain
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| Again and again and again
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| What have I done?
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| My cell is cold
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| I am so empty and unconsoled
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| Once was so proud and so very bold
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| Oh, Victoria
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| I was alive, so many times
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| Under your spell
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| It’s just as well
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| You are gone, I won’t be wrong
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| In hell
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| All of your ashes still burning
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| Voices that call in the night
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| I feel as if I have carried you all of my life
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| Victoria, I will remember nothing else
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| Victoria, you were the one |