| Madeline’s naked alone on her bed
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| She’s rotting herself to the core.
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| Nobody knows what goes on in her head
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| Nobody cares anymore.
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| She used to be young a child of the sun
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| But now she’s searching the floor.
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| And there’s one two three ways to love her
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| One way to get through her door.
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| Madeline’s lonely she’s dying of thirst
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| Trying her best to be free
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| She says that she’s sure her soul has been cured
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| Somehow a little like me.
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| She listens to voices making her choices
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| Living a life she believes
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| And it’s one two three ways to love her
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| One way is all that I see
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| Madeline’s make-up is smeared on her face
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| She looks like she’s been burned in a fire
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| With her switch blade eyes
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| And her gun metal grace
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| She walks with her toes to the wire
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| The world keeps turning the candles keep burning
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| The flickering flame of desire
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| And there’s one two three ways to love her
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| One way to make you a lie
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| Madeline’s breathing her breath in the air
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| She circles the block once or twice
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| The cold winter wind has frozen her hair
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| But she don’t take the advice
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| She don’t mind the pain she calls it by name
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| Let go your virtue your vice
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| And there’s one two three ways to love her
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| One way to tumble the dice
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| Madeline’s desperate she’s lost in the crowd
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| She’s somebody nobody would know
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| She walks with a purpose so tall and so proud
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| But I know she got nowhere to go She tried like a train to get out of the rain
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| But froze in the ice and the snow
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| And there’s one two three ways to love her
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| One way is all that I know. |