| It’s Walmart, the bathroom
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| I’m staring in the mirror
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| Florescent lights are bright
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| It makes the lines clearer
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| Where did the angel go
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| Cigarette smoke’s all that’s left
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| Traded my wings in for a string of pearls
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| And the string is all I’ve left
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| The light bulbs buzz
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| Someone’s in the stall
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| Big white, brick wall
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| Makes me feel small
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| And I take my shirt off
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| Looking for a glimpse of flesh
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| Peel back the concrete
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| Hope there’s something natural left
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| Cause I am fading
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| I am fading, I am fading away
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| I am fading
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| Just like fairy tales
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| And a hero loses faith
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| I am fading
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| The air smells like urine
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| I could walk out that door
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| But no one ever really leaves
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| And I take my clothing off
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| Trying not to forget
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| Stupid things like the color of rain
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| And the smell of stone when it’s wet
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| I am fading
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| I am fading, I am, I’m fading away
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| I am fading
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| Just like fairy tales
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| And a hero loses faith
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| And I am naked in the mirror
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| With a feather in my hand
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| The lady comes out of the bathroom
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| Screaming, «Oh, Jesus»
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| She couldn’t understand
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| But I ask her
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| «Hey, what happens to us
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| When we get old and in the way?»
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| I guess she answered me
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| Cause they, they took me away
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| And I am fading
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| I am fading, I am, I’m fading away
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| I am fading
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| Just like fairy tales
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| And a hero loses faith
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| And I don’t know how
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| And I don’t know when
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| Don’t know when I forgot
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| Hope I’ll remember again
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| I am fading away
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| I am fading |