| She’s a song unsung
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| She’s the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
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| She’s a song unsung
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| And the only white walls of her mind know what the song sounds like
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| The pills, the pills
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| And Dr.'s promises just ain’t doing the trick
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| Cause the arm’s of nothing she falls asleep
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| In can still bring the razor to the wrist
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| The tv screens, the magazines
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| Scream at you like the dogs of hell
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| Advertising and advising you to be
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| Anyone but your-beautiful-self
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| Prince charming never brought you flowers
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| Just a loveless lifetime all alone
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| No roses for you, just unknocked doors
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| And the deafening silence of your phone
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| So block your ears, close your eyes
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| Remember that you’re a golden soul fallen from the
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| Boring, heartless, Hollywood herd of lies that they call:
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| B e a u t i f u l
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| With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door
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| No heart to let you:
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| The sun can take too long
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| To end the endless night
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| I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you
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| When our hearts begin to scream:
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| This life can feel too long
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| But at night you’re dancing through the pain |
| Even when you’re the only one
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| No rose, no sky as full of beauty as the girl who dies
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| But rises with every morning’s sun
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| Alone
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| She dances alone
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| Alone — so beautiful
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| Alone — her own romance
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| Alone — Lady Lazaru’s Life — Sustaining Dance |