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This is the story of a post-modern muse |
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Internationally minded and nothing to lose |
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She was young, hanging out, nobody waiting at home |
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Her name was passion, she was the enemy of love |
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Another fading beauty on the sunset strip |
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When our muse abused of a few substances |
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Her reputation was cut into pieces |
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Watching the sky where the true stars belong to |
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She knew if the sun goes down it goes up too |
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Another fading beauty on the sunset strip |
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From a thousand trips into wonderland |
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She kept on throwing bottles and SOS |
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But when she passed out we watched her sleep |
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Another fading beauty on the sunset strip |
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Another fading beauty on the sunset strip |