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She lives in a house |
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that reflects her state of mind,mind |
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Organised chaos |
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in this labyrinth she hides,hides |
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She got locked up years ago |
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all these voices whisper |
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all these voices whisper |
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whisper and whisper |
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and day after day |
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Marinated in wine and tobacco |
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all these voices whisper |
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all these voices whisper and |
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day after day |
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after day |
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Pink fluffy dinosaurs |
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are almost back in town,town |
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Pulling all the strings |
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that will finally bring her down,down |
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She got locked up years ago |
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all these voices whisper |
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all these voices whisper |
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whisper and whisper |
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and day after day |
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Marinated in wine and tobacco |
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all these voices whisper |
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all these voices whisper and |
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day after day |
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after day |
