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(Maybe she's born with it) |
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See her in your face |
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Her lips and her lashes |
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This haunting memory stays |
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While I'm burning to ashes |
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Still see her in the streets |
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That's her I could have swore |
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Still spots are in the crowds |
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I'm lost on the dance floor |
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(Maybe she's born with it) |
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Maids and Masquerades |
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This shadow depression |
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Some fictions never phase |
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They still fill me passion |
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Still see her in the streets |
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That's her I could have swore |
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Still spots are in the crowds |
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I'm lost on the dance floor |
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(Maybe she's born with it) |
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Maybelline! |
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Maybe its Maybelline! |
