| You remind me so much
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| Of her when youЂ™re walking
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| Where everythingЂ™s perfect
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| And nobodyЂ™s talking
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| YouЂ™re a cushion uncrumpled
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| YouЂ™re a bed thatЂ™s unruffled
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| If I was bone china,
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| Bone china around
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| And I believe that the snow queen
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| Lives somewhere in the hills
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| SheЂ™s got the world on a string
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| Like white wine when itЂ™s chilled
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| Arms are spread like icicles
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| Upon a frosted cake
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| The snow queen reigns in a warmer land
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| Behind the cold black gates
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| Your talons are tested
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| TheyЂ™re polished and theyЂ™re shaved
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| Your talents are wasted
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| On men of no taste
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| But how about proving
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| That passion means more than
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| A wardrobe of gowns, tv ratings,
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| A fragile waist, and a name |