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an outcast of victorian society |
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a crying jag since long-gone childhood days |
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the dream to be an albatross |
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with alabaster wings |
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to be flying |
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before the last bell rings |
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the crushing arms of loneliness embracing still |
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the sear and yellow leaf is drawing near |
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this jaded heart escaping from the shadowplay |
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what is the measure of a man ? |
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and the price that we all pay |
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[chorus] |
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the final curtain falls |
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none of the orchestra will play |
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the stageplay life will hold |
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the freakshow at the fair |
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is there a straw in bursting dalles |
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will someone care ? |
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the looking glass, deceiver of reality |
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the try of make-believe in who we are |
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and the hiding in the mists of night will never end |
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but a graceful heart prevails |
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and the meaning of a friend |
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[chorus] |
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[bridge] |
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mesmerized, hypnotized |
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the audience touched to tears |
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pay a visit, take a look |
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so that the conscience clears |
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[chorus] |
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the final curtain falls |
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none of the orchestra will play |
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the stageplay life will hold |
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the freakshow at the fair |
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there is a straw in bursting dalles |
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someone will care |
