| part 1
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| And she dances, she dances as if the world is her stage
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| no one could have guessed that she would spread her wings so quickly
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| she never wants to be a fragile person again
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| never again alone in the big swan lake as an ugly duckling
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| Her beauty that nobody sees, not even her, because this world is hideous
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| doesn't go to school anymore because the devil is sitting next to her
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| she is in love with him
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| write him letters
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| It means nothing to him
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| since then she has been walking through the world with a disappointed look
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| she screams 'I hate you, I hate you'
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| whenever she looks in the mirror
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| she hates every romantic movie and hates every love song, hates your face,
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| hates her body
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| consumed with love alone and disappointed
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| I put on make-up, tell me what bothered you, now ignore me
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| none of you.
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| Hook
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| And with every flap of the wings
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| She casts a shadow over what she used to be
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| buries her old self
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| but is in the limelight and after every dance the devil kisses her hand.
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| She swims in a lake full of tears, but she raises her champagne glass
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| their feathers are pitch black
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| she didn't want to live her life
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| now she lives up to the rest
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| Their feathers are pitch black
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| She's dancing, she's a black swan na na na na na na
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| She's a black swan, black swan
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| She's dancing, she's a black swan na na na na na na na
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| She's a black swan, black swan
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| part 2
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| And she dances as if the world is her stage
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| She is no longer herself, yes, appearances are deceptive
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| but she feels free, graceful and aesthetically never fragile
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| because her glassy I left the cage long ago
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| all eyes on her she's surrounded by neon colors
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| out of the duck pond she wants to swim in a rose gold lake
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| and even Satan, who never heeded them, grows weak
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| she enjoys his pleading he will be slaughtered before her like a lamb
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| because every man dances it hungrily and eats himself
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| loves her topsy-turvy world but doesn't realize that her heart is withering
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| for she once wore a beautiful white feather dress
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| today she rules a dark kingdom and lives alone.
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| Hook
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| And with every flap of the wings
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| She casts a shadow over what she used to be
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| buries her old self
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| but is in the limelight and after every dance the devil kisses her hand.
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| She swims in a lake full of tears, but she raises her champagne glass
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| their feathers are pitch black
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| she didn't want to live her life
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| now she lives up to the rest
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| Their feathers are pitch black
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| She's dancing, she's a black swan na na na na na na
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| She's a black swan, black swan
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| She's dancing, she's a black swan na na na na na na na
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| She's a black swan, black swan
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| she dances
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| (Thanks to Laura for the text) |