| You have not changed your calendar for a hundred years
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| You’ve chosen to swim backwards through an ancient sea of tears
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| Today is not tomorrow but for you it’s yesterday
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| Your future is your past where you can hide yourself away
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| Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
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| Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
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| Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
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| Ooh antique doll antique doll
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| Painting paper doilies through cold and bitter nights
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| You think you’re really turning on when you turn on the lights
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| Your lover is a pillow from a sailor lost at sea
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| Who wrote his ship went down with him in 1963
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| Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
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| Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
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| Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
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| Ooh antique doll antique doll
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| Your mother seems to wonder if you’re living
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| Each night she makes you breathe upon a mirror
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| But there is no living without giving as you
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| Sit and watch your shadow disappear
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| Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
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| Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
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| Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
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| Ooh antique doll antique doll |