| She slips in and out of her dull imagination
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| That floats around the twilight of her tomb
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| Clutching her little treasures
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| That represent a happy moment
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| Displayed with sad affection in her room
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| But this life is a prison
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| And it hurts to hear the children laughing
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| While they live their pretty little dreams
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| And frozen all the while
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| Is a tearful bitter smile
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| Nothings really what it seems
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| Nothings really what it seems
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| Nothings really what it seems
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| Like a silver little fool
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| You were standing at the alter
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| In the tides by the candles
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| As they burn
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| Pressed against the mirror
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| Playing all your favourite film stars
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| Ready for the camera
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| That would never, never turn
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| Push aside the curtain
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| Of your tiny garret window
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| And glare out on the narrow little world
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| You were in your wedding dress
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| Great expectations more or less
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| Playing with your dolls like any ordinary
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| Little girl
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| Candle light
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| Candle bright
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| Won’t you light my way tonight
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| Candle light
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| Candle bright
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| Won’t you light my way tonight
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| Now it’s the futile bitter feelings
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| That clutch you in the middle
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| You were never really given a chance
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| And the spite that jabs your mind
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| Hides a heart thats really warm and kind
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| And the pulse that races with
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| Each other inquisitive glance
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| You were always the outsider
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| And they set you up a childhood
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| To be just another cuddly toy
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| And the whisper in the street
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| When the street corner gossips meet
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| The woman on the fourth floor
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| He was such a happy boy
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| The woman on the fourth floor
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| He was such a happy boy
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| The woman on the fourth floor
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| He was such a happy boy
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| The woman on the fourth floor
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| He was such a happy boy
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| Candle light
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| Candle bright
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| Won’t you light my way tonight
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| Candle light
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| Candle bright
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| Won’t you light my way tonight
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| Candle light
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| Candle bright
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| Won’t you light my way tonight |