| She was a lover, a daughter
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| She is loved, she is alone, loved but alone
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| Her restless blood, and angsty bones
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| Growing weary with the time, weary all the time
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| All the loving years now you’re left behind
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| What will become of you, what will become of you?
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| Just yesterday, young and bright
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| Laboring each day and night
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| Laboured day and night
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| He left alone, she never tried
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| To mend the years they left behind
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| Turned the dark to light
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| All the loving years now you’re left behind
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| What will become of you, what will become of you?
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| She never took another man
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| Wore no ring upon her hand, no ring upon her hand
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| Oh Maybeline, she gave her life
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| To teach her children as they grew
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| Raise them strong and true
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| Maybeline
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| Where are your Sons and Daughters?
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| They are grown, they are gone
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| They are grown and gone
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| Now she’s another hand-me-down
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| Left alone in Fredricks town
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| Waiting she is bound
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| All the loving years now you’re left behind
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| Maybeline, Maybeline
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| What will become of you, what will become of you? |