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Lady Adelaide shows no emotion |
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Colder than a wave in the Arctic Ocean |
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She waited all her years, for those three words |
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They never reached her ears |
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They just went unheard |
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Porcelain and frail, slender shoulders |
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A breeze a gusty gail, could knock her over |
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She knew a handsome man, she gave her body |
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But she did not take her hand, and her heart broke softly |
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She likes the he ideas of things |
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More than what they're bound to bring |
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Lady Adelaide |
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And with her beauty in slow fade |
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She is so fearful they will say |
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But she is a bed that's been unmade |
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Lady Adelaide |
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And now she's a bird with a broken wing |
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She likes the he ideas of things |
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More than what they're bound to bring |
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Lady Adelaide |
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And with her beauty in slow fade |
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She is so fearful they will say |
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But she is a bed that's been unmade |
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Lady Adelaide |
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Lady Adelaide shows no emotion |
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Colder than a wave in the Arctic Ocean |
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She waited all her years, for those three words |
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They never reached her ears |
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They just went unheard |