| Flies with a broken wing, she’s ever so graceful, so like an angel,
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| But I see, tears flow quietly.
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| The struggle she’s seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
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| Paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
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| And I can’t take it, no I can’t help but wonder…
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| Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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| How do you break a heart of gold?
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| Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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| Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
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| Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
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| Last one, free, unhesitatingly.
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| And I am humbled, I’m a broken mirror, and I can’t help but wonder…
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| Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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| How do you break a heart of gold?
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| Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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| Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
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| Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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| Why when they walk with love alone?
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| Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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| Just trying to find their way home. |