| There’s a shadow in the cold white light of day
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| I hope that someday you’ll forgive and set me free
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| While standing in the pale white light, Jolee is lost
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| I wrote a letter to the angels to follow me into the
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| Light again.
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| Underneath the velvet letters of my heart
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| Always will remind me that I’m hurt and sad
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| I’m sorry but I can’t stop the bleeding
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| Crying and it’s all because of you.
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| One look in the mirror to see
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| What’s real and fake, Jolee.
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| There’s a princess captured in a wooden frame.
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| I’d trade eternity for one last look at you.
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| Not playing by the rules
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| We played the game of loss.
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| I’ll keep on writing to the angels so you’re safe 'til
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| The moment we meet again.
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| Underneath the make-up the scars that sear my heart,
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| Unspeakable reminder that I’m hurt and sad
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| I’m sorry but I can’t stop the bleeding
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| Crying and it’s all because of you.
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| One look in the mirror to see,
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| What’s real and fake, Jolee.
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| I’m sorry but I can’t stop the bleeding
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| Crying and it’s all because of you.
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| One look in the mirror to see, what’s real and fake,
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| Jolee.
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| Oh.
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| One look in the mirror to see, what’s real and fake,
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| Jolee. |