What a difference a day makes
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Where a little girl once stood
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Now sits an empty base
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Cold and shiny
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Hard and tiny
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Difficult to wash away
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oh, monsters get creative every day.
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And nothing can prepare you for the day they run away
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Your fine tutelage is no longer needed
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So youa¢æ¢âve sealed your fate
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One minute, she's your best friend
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Then you watch her take your place
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I guess that taught them all the same
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You clever little charlatans
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Ambition gleams in overdrive
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And I can't take it
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What goes up must come on down
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Get your feet back on the ground
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, Miss
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Blinded by your own reflection
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Let the lights direct you now
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, I know.
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I know.
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Behave and like the Virgin Queen
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You're just as damaged underneath
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You know,
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No matter how good your impersonation of me ever grows,
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Deep down you know your insides never change
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But people love it, vapid and shamesless, simply lacking taste
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They fall for the spell of Lady Macbeth
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Her calculated grace
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But I can see the hunger of compulsion in your face
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High school skinny fades away
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And you're just left with Polaroids
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capturing your fifteen minutes
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Ain't it great?
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What goes up must come on down
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Get your feet back on the ground
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, miss
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Blinded by your own reflection
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Let the lights direct you now
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, I know
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I know
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Vanity on parade
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Vacant, frantic, and strange
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Fraught with heartache and desperation
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Guess I loved you in vain,
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Consider this song your wake
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Lost your head to the elevation
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All the king's horses and all the king's men
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Couldn't bring you back again
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What goes up must come on down
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Get your feet back on the ground
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, miss
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Blinded by your own reflection
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Let the lights protect you now
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, Miss
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What goes up must come on down
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Get your feet back on the ground
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, miss
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Blinded by your own reflection
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Let the lights protect you now
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Narcissus in a red dress
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You're like all the rest, I know
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I know
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Narcissus In A Red Dress
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