| She was there one minute
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| And then she was gone the next
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| Lying in a pool of herself
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| With a twisted neck
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| Oh she fell from the roof to the ground
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| There was glass lying all around
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| She was broken in a hundred pieces
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| When her body was found
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| She used to live life
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| She used to live life with a vengeance
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| And the chosen would dance
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| The chosen would dance in attendance
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| She crossed a lot of people
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| Some she called friends
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| She thought she’d live forever
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| But forever always ends
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Oh, she used to have style
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| She used to have style and she used it And they say it turned bad
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| When the truth came 'round and she refused it They found some fingerprints
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| Right around her throat
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| They didn’t find no killer
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| And they didn’t find no note
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Oh, did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed
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| Did she jump or was she pushed |