Mother clutches the head
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of her dying son
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Anger and tears
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So many things to feel
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Sensitive boy
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Good with his hands
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No one mentions the unmentionable
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But everyone understands
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Here in this cold white room
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Tied up to these machines
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It's hard to imagine him
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as he used to be
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Laughing, screaming
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tumbling queen
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Like the most amazing light show
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you've ever seen
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Whirling, swirling
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never blue
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How could you go and die
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what a lonely thing to do
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Silence equals death
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this is what they say
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But the anger and the tears
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Cannot take the pain away
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How far must it go
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How near must it be
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Before it touches you
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Before it touches me
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Here in this cold white room
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Tied up to these machines
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It's hard to imagine life
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as it used to be
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Laughing, screaming
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tumbling queen
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Like the most amazing light show
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you've ever seen
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Whirling, swirling
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never blue
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How could you go and die
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what a selfish thing to do
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Did you ever ask those strangers
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what they're searching for
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Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure
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You were hurt by love
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But still you came right back for more
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Il adore
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Il adore
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Il adore
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Il Adore
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| Boy George |
