| She’s been a loner ever since she gave in
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| To the lingering ghost of her past
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| And she was doing everything she could to stay still
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| But the grip of its hold was to last
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| She became
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| A wanderer
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| A foreigner
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| A living lost cause
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| In the shade and dark corridors
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| Stories would tell that she was, yea
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| Born with a curse
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| Turning diamonds to dust
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| Diamonds to dust
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| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust
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| Flowers and rust
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| I don’t remember the day when she fell
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| My only memory as far as I can tell
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| Is the trembling of my hands when they held
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| Withered flowers with her farewell
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| I became
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| A charlatan
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| A bohemian
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| A clown without shame
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| Wide awake and in delirium
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| I can hear myself calling her name, yeah
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| Born with a curse
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| Turning diamonds to dust
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| Diamonds to dust
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| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust
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| Clearly I was
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| Born with a curse
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| Turning diamonds to dust
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| Diamonds to dust
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| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust
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| Flowers and rust
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| Born with a curse
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| Turning diamonds to dust!
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| (whoa)Diamonds to dust
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| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust!
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| Clearly I was
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| Born with a curse
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| Turning diamonds to dust!
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| Diamonds to dust
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| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust!
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| Flowers and rust |