| Audrey’s donning her black dress again
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| A dress she always plans to wear
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| «It's over» — she says it softly over
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| «I'm all alone»
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| She does not listen to the eulogies
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| She gives no credence to her pain
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| «From now on I’m through with love
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| From now on I will not love again.»
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| There are no hearts to mend
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| There are no prayers to send
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| There’s no reasons why
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| There’s no need to cry for the sadness of it all
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| There are no skies of blue
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| There are no dreams come true
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| And there is no care
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| Let the world beware should the tears of Audrey fall
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| She carefully polishes her heart of stone
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| She deftly sculpts her feet of clay
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| «I'm no one and none can touch me
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| No one… it’s easier this way.»
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| There are no hearts to mend
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| There are no prayers to send
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| And there is no care
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| Let the world beware should the tears of Audrey fall
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| So now she’s shutting all her windows tight
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| And now she’s closing all her blinds
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| «How can I believe in light
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| When darkness is all around?»
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| There are no hearts to mend
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| There are no prayers to send
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| There’s no reasons why |
| There’s no need to cry for the sadness of it all
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| There are no skies of blue
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| There are no dreams come true
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| And there is no care
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| Let the world beware should the tears of Audrey fall |