Underneath her skin and jewelry,
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hidden in her words and eyes
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is a wall that's cold and ugly
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and she's scared as hell.
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Trembling at the thought of feeling.
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Wide awake and keeping distance.
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Nothing seems to penetrate her.
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She's scared as hell.
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I am frightened to.
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Wide awake
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and keeping distance from my soul.
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I am scared like you.
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Cold And Ugly
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