| She’s mirror-balled
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| A cut glass dance on white-washed walls
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| These images of thoughts she cannot share
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| Two burning coals
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| Her eyes like light through bullet holes
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| This hippy girl with nettles in her hair
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| And as she’s breathing in she’s bleeding out
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| Breaks it down with a fist of anarchy
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| She’s my anarchy
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| She’s an angel with a cigarette
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| See the smoke rings gather round her head
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| Cast a halo in her silhouette
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| There’s a halo in her silhouette
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| She soldiers on with no regret
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| Strips it down and makes a man of me
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| She’s my anarchy
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| Lost in time
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| And treading water in our mind
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| Torn between the chaos and control
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| She’s battle scarred
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| Packs a loaded gun with shooting stars
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| And fights for space within the prison walls
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| And as she’s breating in she’s screaming out
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| Breaks it down with a fist full of anarchy
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| She’s my anarchy
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| She’s an angel with a cigarette
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| See the smoke rings gather round her head
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| Cast a halo in her silhouette
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| There’s a halo in her silhouette
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| She soldiers on with no regret
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| Strips it down and makes a man of me
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| She makes a man of me
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| She’s my anarchy
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| She’s my anarchy
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All you learn and all you earn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| All will burn
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| She’s an angel with a cigarette
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| See the smoke rings gather round her head
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| Cast a halo in her silhouette
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| There’s a halo in her silhouette
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| She soldiers on with no regret
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| Strips it down and makes a man of me |