| Says she’s made out of steel, but I know she’s flesh and blood
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| Saw her through the window last night throwing needles at the wall
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| She begs to the prophet, point the path of least despair
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| Wipes mascara from her face, pulling wildly at her hair
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| She says to no one there, «You know I’m made of steel
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| Do you know where I’m coming from. |
| Do you know how I feel?»
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| We live, we breath, we walk and talk and love
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| In quiet desperation
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| I’ve got poison in my ring, I’m not afraid to put to test
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| She claims as she begs him to stay
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| For she fears the lonliness
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| Like everyone else he says as he faces her threats and needs
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| You’ll find me, too, on the floor tonight
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| Begging answers on my knees
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| We live, we breath, we walk and talk and love
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| In quiet desperation
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| We live, breath, walk and talk
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| In quiet desperation
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| Says, «I'm nobody’s fool», as she waits for the phone to ring
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| Cries hard while the call doesn’t come, even harder when it does
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| I look out the window, staring at the Moon
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| Wondering how I ever got here and will it be over soon
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| We live, we breath, we walk and talk and love
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| In quiet desperation
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| We live, breath, walk and talk
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| In quiet desperation
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| We live, breath, walk and talk
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| In quiet desperation
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| Desperation |