| At the end of the day
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| The end of the light
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| She keeps the remains of all of her foes
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| Miranda is dying with all of her might
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| She never comes
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| She always goes
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| She sticks the camera right into her arm
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| Anything to forget what the trouble’s about
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| It causes her pain
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| That’s part of the charm
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| She’s down for the count
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| And finally out
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| Miranda is taking the stars down
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| A little something to call her own
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| By the light there still goes Miranda
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| And Miranda is always alone
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| She sees her face in another magazine
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| And the walls all close in As the fancy takes flight
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| Can’t stand to be loved
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| But she loves to be seen
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| She slips down headlong into the night
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| Miranda is taking the stars down
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| A little something to call her own
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| By the light there still goes Miranda
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| And Miranda is always alone
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| And then all at once
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| The sun starts to rise
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| She sees her father holding her down
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| All the daylight is poison to her eyes
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| She slips down the shade
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| And lets herself drown
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| Miranda is taking the stars down
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| A little something to call her own
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| By the light there still goes Miranda
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| And Miranda is always alone
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| The lights shot down in the arena
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| All across the safety zone
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| But loneliness follows Miranda
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| And Miranda is always alone
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| Miranda is always alone
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| Miranda is always alone |