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Waiting in line for your happy ending |
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Blinking away the blood from your eyes |
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And what is the point of being embarrassed? |
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And what is the point of living a lie? |
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We're the last in a long line. |
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We're the last in a long line. |
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Meanwhile outside the magnolia opens. |
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Petals are plucked and flung to the floor. |
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What is the point of sitting in silence? |
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And what is the point of hiding at all? |
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We're the last in a long line. |
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We're the last in a long line. |
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We're the last in a long line. |
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The last in a long line. |
