| What a difference a day makes: where a little girl once stood now sits an empty
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| bass,
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| Cold and shiny, hard and tiny, difficult to wash away…
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| Oh, monsters get created every day.
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| And nothing can prepare you for the day they run away;
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| Your fine tutelage is no longer needed, so you sealed your fate…
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| One minute, she’s your best friend, then you watch her take your place;
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| I guess I taught them all the same…
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| You clever little charlatans — Ambition gleams in overdrive, and I can’t take
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| it…
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| What goes up must come on down — Get your feet back on the ground;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest, miss…
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| Blinded by your own reflection, let the lies direct you now;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest I’ve known…
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| I know…
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| Behaving like the Virgin Queen, you’re just as damaged underneath, you know;
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| No matter how good your impersonation of me ever grows,
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| Deep down, you know your insides never change.
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| But people love it — that bitten chain was simply lacking taste,
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| They fall for the spell of Lady Macbeth, her calculated grace…
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| But I can see the hunger of compulsion in your face;
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| High school skinny fades away,
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| And you’re just left with Polaroids capturing your 15 minutes — ain’t it great?
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| What goes up must come on down — Get your feet back on the ground;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest, miss…
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| Blinded by your own reflection, let the lies direct you now;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest I’ve known…
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| I know…
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| Vanity on parade — vacant, frantic and strange, fraught with heartache and
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| desperation;
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| Guess I loved you in vain, consider this song your wake — Lost your head to the
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| elevation…
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| All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t bring you back again…
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| What goes up must come on down — Get your feet back on the ground;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest, miss…
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| Blinded by your own reflection, let the lies protect you now;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest, miss…
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| What goes up must come on down — Get your feet back on the ground;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest, miss…
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| Blinded by your own reflection, let the lies protect you now;
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| Narcissus in a red dress, you’re like all the rest I’ve known…
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| I know… |