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The Grand Duchess of San Francisco |
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She holds court ever Thursday night |
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Watching the mirror at the disco |
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To see her stones touched by the light |
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She parties like she won the war |
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Willing to die for a truth that no one sees |
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That her love pours from the heart of God |
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But to the world it's just a disease |
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She hates to live in the spotlight |
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But she'll take that bitter pill |
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She hates to live in the spotlight |
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But it's an emptiness she can fill |
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Only men worry if they're not free |
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Philosophy, it only makes her sad |
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She serves the pleasure of the king |
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And everything else she says is a lie |
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She hates to live in the spotlight |
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But honey would you refuse? |
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She hates to live in the spotlight |
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But it's where she can't lose |
