| When they gave you roses and believed your wild excuses
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| You were sealing the deal
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| Halfway down the road and ain’t it
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| Funny how the ghosts they fade in
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| Suddenly appear
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| You went too far
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| Oh, woman, now you’re feeling the fear
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| Cause you’ve never been alone before, oh
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| And the wolf is at the door, oh
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| Now it’s better if you hold your breath and don’t look down
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| At the pages of your paper crown
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| You reached out for more and as the waves end
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| At the shore you felt
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| The fading of your will
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| Choke back the metaphor
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| The bottom of the ladder ask me
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| If I love you still
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| You went too far
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| Oh, woman, now you’re feeling the fear
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| Cause you’ve never been alone before, oh
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| And the wolf is at the door, oh
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| And the hounds of hell, they won’t lie down
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| On the ashes of your paper crown
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| In the bright light of the sun
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| Will you make sure everyone could see your face?
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| You make fun of everyone who falls
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| And meantime they were saving you a place
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| Cause you’ve never been alone before
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| And the wolf is at the door, oh
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| And the talking heads don’t make a sound
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| At the aging of your paper crown
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| Better if you don’t look down
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| At the pages of your paper crown |