| Cold blue eyes, they look through me
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| Stare those eyes at me
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| You must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| Yes, you must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| There’s no disguise upon your face
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| You’re not like anyone I know
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| They give so freely and they come when I come out
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| But you’re the one, the one I want to understand
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| You must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| Yes, you must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| You’re not scared, no, you don’t answer
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| You just stand there, face the stairs going home
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| If I could choose my own way down
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| I’d take the road to the blackstairs
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| You must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| Sadness raging in the broken man
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| Stays until the day ends
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| When he is free to think of better days again
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| Looks the scales of love and time are all the same
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| You must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs
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| And I long to up there
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| And live on the blackstairs
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| Yes, you must be one of those girls
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| Who live on the blackstairs |