| Watch her out there on display
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| Dancing in her sleepy way
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| While all her visions start to play
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| On the icicles of our decay
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| Fading flowers in her hair
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| She’s suffering from wear and tear
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| She lies in waterfalls of dreams
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| And never questions what it means
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| And all along the desert shore
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| She wanders further evermore
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| The only thing that’s left to tryЎ
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| She says to live I have to die
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| She whispers sadly well I might
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| And holds herself so very tight
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| Then jumping from an unknown height
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| She merges with the liquid night
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| Lovers wrap her mist in furs
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| And tell her what she has is hers
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| But when they take her by the hand
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| She slips back in the desert sand
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| But what she leaves is made of glass
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| And lovers worship as they pass
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| Each one says — now she is mine
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| But all drink solitary wine
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| (drink it to marlene) |