| «The lonely road you choose to travel on, it must seem awfully long.
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| Innocence all gone,
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| It must be wrong to hide your lovely face away.
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| That music you play, I’m not saying it’s bad, it just seems terribly sad.
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| Is everything all right?
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| I’d like to think you’d tell me if something was wrong».
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| Well her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
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| And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth.
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| She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross,
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| But on the inside she’s a happy goth.
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| «Don't worry Mum, don’t worry Dad.
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| The hours that I spend alone are the happiest I’ve ever had».
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| That’s what she’d say if she ever spoke to you,
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| But it’s something she can never do.
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| 'Cos it’s only by herself that she’ll find out
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| What makes her different from the rest.
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| Well her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
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| And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth.
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| She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross,
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| But on the inside she’s a happy goth. |