| Who knows who she used to be before it all went dark
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| Was she like a streak of fire, a painted glass, a beating heart?
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| All the mirrors, all the smoke, she’ll read a thousand times
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| Versions of the third degree; |
| yours and hers and mine
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| I didn’t know her then
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| My enemy, my treasured friend
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| Outside this waking dream
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| She remembers everything
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| I don’t know her now
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| My bitter pill, my broken vow
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| This girl, this bird who sings
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| She remembers everything
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| There was a time we looked so fine behind a burning wall
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| Of larceny and tenderness we had to have it all
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| Pack up all your troubles now, pack up your new dress
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| Somewhere there’s a quiet room where thieves like us can rest
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| I didn’t know her then
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| My enemy, my treasured friend
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| Outside this waking dream
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| She remembers everything
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| I don’t know her now
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| My bitter pill, my broken vow
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| This girl, this bird who sings
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| She remembers everything
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| I didn’t know her then
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| My enemy, my treasured friend
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| Outside this waking dream
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| She remembers everything
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| I don’t know her now
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| My bitter pill, my broken vow
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| This girl, this bird who sings
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| She remembers everything
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| She remembers everything |