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You have not changed your calendar for a hundred years |
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You've chosen to swim backwards through an ancient sea of tears |
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Today is not tomorrow but for you it's yesterday |
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Your future is your past where you can hide yourself away |
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Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness |
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Placing lipstick kisses on the wall |
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Sharing secret idols with your only-ness |
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Ooh antique doll antique doll |
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Painting paper doilies through cold and bitter nights |
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You think you're really turning on when you turn on the lights |
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Your lover is a pillow from a sailor lost at sea |
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Who wrote his ship went down with him in 1963 |
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Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness |
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Placing lipstick kisses on the wall |
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Sharing secret idols with your only-ness |
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Ooh antique doll antique doll |
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Your mother seems to wonder if you're living |
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Each night she makes you breathe upon a mirror |
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But there is no living without giving as you |
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Sit and watch your shadow disappear |
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Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness |
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Placing lipstick kisses on the wall |
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Sharing secret idols with your only-ness |
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Ooh antique doll antique doll |
