| Rock on, gold dust woman
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| Take your silver spoon, dig your grave
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| Heartless challenge
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| Pick your path and I’ll pray
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| Wake up in the morning
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| See your sunrise loves to go down
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| Lousy lovers pick their prey
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| But they’ll never cry out loud, cry out
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| But did she make you cry?
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| Make you break down?
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| Shatter your illusions of love?
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| And is it over now? |
| Do you know how
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| To pick up the pieces and go home?
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| Rock on, ancient queen
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| Follow those who pale in your shadow
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| Rulers make bad lovers, you better
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| Put your kingdom up for sale, up for sale
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| But did she make you cry?
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| Make you break down?
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| Shatter your illusions of love?
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| And is it over now? |
| Do you know how
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| To pick up the pieces and go home
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| But did she make you cry?
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| Make you break down?
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| Shatter your illusions of love?
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| Now tell me, is it over now? |
| Do you know how
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| To pick up the pieces and go home?
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| Pale shadow of a woman, black widow
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| Pale shadow of a woman, black widow
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| Ooh, pale shadow of a woman, black widow
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| But did she make you cry?
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| Make you break down?
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| Shatter your illusions of love?
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| And is it over now? |
| Do you know how
|
| To pick up the pieces and go home?
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| But did she make you cry?
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| Make you break down?
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| Shatter your illusions of love?
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| Now tell me, is it over now? |
| Do you know how
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| To pick up the pieces and go home?
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| And go home
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| And go home |