| Isadora
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| Dancing
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| Can you see her?
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| Che guavara
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| Marching beside her
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| Valentino
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| Loving every minute?
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| Don’t you see them looking
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| Looking down on you?
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| Pictures on the walls of your room
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| Gonna help you play the parts
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| Of your ever changing mood
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| Lying low
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| The cast is set around your bones
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| When all you ever wanted to be
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| Was plain mister jones
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| Cell of fame
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| It’s gonna trap you forever
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| Self confessions
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| And your back’s against the wall
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| Idolized by the hands that hold the key
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| Not even time will set you free
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| When it’s your turn to leave
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| Hung at dawn
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| Then you will join up
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| With the faces looking on
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| That’s where you belong
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| Cell of fame
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| It’s gonna trap you forever
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| Self confessions
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| And your back’s against the wall |