| Abandoned by all her admirers
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| Wild White Shadow Waltz
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| Stands alone on a stair down the hall
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| Just one slip from a trip and a fall
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| In a cold morning, holding her lighter
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| Wan White Shadow Waltz
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| Stirs, sputters and stalls
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| Wakes, wavers and walks right through her prison walls
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| She says, «The doorbell is ringing
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| Go see who it is
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| Our little island’s sinking into mist»
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| A day came, a night went, it lightened
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| An animal broke his way out
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| Moped through the scattering crowd
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| And crawled back to his circus shell
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| And circling the zoo’s screaming clients
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| Was White Shadow Waltz
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| Deaf to their torn breaths and calls
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| Wait, take a look closer hey, he’s hardly moving at all
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| She says, «There's someone is knocking
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| Go see who it is
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| Our little world is shaking
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| I guess our little world is breaking»
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| In the presence of all our despisers
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| We’ll falter and crawl to the bed
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| The world is a black shadow bled
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| And what is this tune in my head?
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| She says
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| «It's just the white wind when it whimpers
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| It’s just the black rain when it squalls
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| It’s just white meat whistling a waltz
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| It’s just nine hands wiping a white shadow off of the walls» |