| The headlines read well known socialite
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| Fell to her death from thirteen floors
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| For one so young for one so beautiful
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| The signs were easy to ignore
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| This was no ordinary suicide
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| She breathed success from every pore
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| But when the pain became unbearable
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| She hit the brakes to stop it all
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| Those eyes diffract the rainbow
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| White light is all she sees
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| Veiled by her life’s illusion
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| With pieces of a broken dream
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| Sometimes the pressure gets too much to bear
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| And through it seemed she had it all
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| The colours of the life she used to share
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| Were just the shadows of before
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| Those eyes diffract the rainbow
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| White light is all she sees
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| Veiled by her life’s illusion
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| With pieces of a broken dream
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| Truth lies beyond the rainbow
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| Blue skies are fantasy
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| Inside the sad delusion
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| She balanced in reality, closer to insanity
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| The truth behind the headline should have read
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| The crowd below could hear her call
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| But had no patience for the words she said
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| They only came to watch her fall
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| Those eyes diffract the rainbow
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| White light is all she sees
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| Veiled by her life’s illusion
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| With pieces of a broken dream
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| Truth lies beyond the rainbow
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| Blue skies are fantasy
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| Inside the sad delusion
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| She balanced in reality, closer to insanity |