| Her eyes like fire and ice
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| Her words sharp more than a knife
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| Her hands are ever so cold
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| But her voice is like wine and roses
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| Yea she’s both shadow and light
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| She’s both surrender and fight
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| She wears her heart on her clothes
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| And her scars always remember
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| Yesterday
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| Was dreaming about lady day
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| Daydreaming about lady day
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| She was 18 shades of grey
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| 18 and beautiful
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| Her road was harder than most
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| She walks the walls like a ghost
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| Her smile’s both pleasure and pain
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| And her guns are always loaded
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| Her soul’s as big as the sky
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| Her laugh way ahead of it’s time
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| This town’s too small for 'em both
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| She’s a time bomb that just exploded
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| Yesterday
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| Was dreaming about lady day
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| Daydreaming about lady day
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| She was 18 shades of grey
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| 18 and beautiful
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| Her eyes like fire and ice
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| Her words sharp more than a knife
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| Her hands are ever so cold
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| And her guns are always loaded
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| Was dreaming about lady day
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| Daydreaming about lady day
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| She was 18 shades of grey
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| 18 and beautiful |