| Look at you now
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| Proud and lonely
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| Lost in belief
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| That you’re the only one
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| Who knows all there’s to know
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| But there’s one thing you obviously don’t
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| If you don’t let some good people get close to you
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| Then you’ll fade too soon
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| Doubts and woe will follow wherever you go
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| Disappointment’s all you’ll know
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| Then you’ll know
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| You’ve reaped what you’ve sown
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| Look at you now
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| Pretty and lonely
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| Float way above the lost and lowly
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| Far too proud, too gorgeous for us down below
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| And so you find yourself alone
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| It’s such a lonesome throne
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| Empty eyes will follow wherever you go
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| Until you find you’re on your own
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| Then you’ll know
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| You’ve reaped what you’ve sown
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| Look at you now
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| A figure to die for
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| Suitors are queued with the same old lies
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| And so you pick as you desire
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| But you still end up crying
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| Your one disgrace, the arrogant look on your face
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| All your beauty thus erased
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| It’s such a tragic waste
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| Look at you now
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| Old and lonely
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| Buckets of tears and an empty home
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| A life spent hiding, sheltered away from the storm
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| Never found a flame to warm
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| Just shallow smokes like yours
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| And when you die
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| The angels are overflown
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| Your last pearl is all you own
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| Then perhaps you’ll know |