Whatever the woman in black does
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Her hands are covered by silk gloves
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She's a lady that looks elegant'n stylish
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No one knows that she lives in misery
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Sometimes when she's alone in her apartment
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Deep in her soul she experiences her inner pain
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It starts with running up'n down the floor
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Suddenly it stops
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She then cowers in a cramped position
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And begins gnawing on her fingernails
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Then continues by cutting up her already maimed
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And stunted hands with a razor-blade
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She pounds her tortured bloody fists on the floor
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Unable to feel the same pain we would
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At the end she cries out for all she's worth
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Making her soar to her seventh day
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Indifferent she goes to bed or watches tv
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Not knowing that in reality
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She shares that misery with many others
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It repeats
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Year for year
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Month for month
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Day for day
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Hour for hour
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When she was a child
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Her parents gave no love
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Only when she was sick
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Everybody took care of her
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And now she's thirty
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It's still deep in her mind
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It returns again - n - again
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And it repeats
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Year for year
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Month for month
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Day for day
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Hour for hour
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When she had problems as a teenager
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Her parents gave no help
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But when she had an accident
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All took care of her
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And now she's forty
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It's still deep in her mind
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She's controlled by muchhausen - syndrom
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Incurable and damned to death
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Munchhausen Syndrom
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| Messiah |
