| Did someone give you something to help you ease the pain?
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| Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away
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| And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song
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| Always surrounded but alone
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| But no goodbyes, you’ll always be Miss America
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| We watched you fly, but nothing’s free Miss America
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| And as you fall apart, we just call it art
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| Was it so hard to breathe?
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| Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognise?
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| Did the make up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?
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| Cos I feel as if I know when you’re on my silver screen
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| But I don’t know the dark places that you’ve been
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| But no goodbyes, you’ll always be Miss America
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| We watched you fly, but nothing’s free Miss America
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| And as you fall apart, we just call it art
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| Was it so hard to breathe?
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| Does another voice sing in Heaven’s choir tonight
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| To fill the silence left behind?
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| And I don’t know what goes on in your mind
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| I’m sure it’s enough to make me cry
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| Someday we’ll find you lived forever
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| But no goodbyes, you’ll always be Miss America
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| We watched you fly, but nothing’s free Miss America
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| And as you fall apart, we just call it art
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| Was it so hard to breathe? |