Wilhelmina remained convinced that her relief was waiting beyond
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The suburban half-life she loathed from the shadows
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She didn't know which way to turn until the carnival of freaks passed her by
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And whisked her away to where diamonds are halos
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Every little bit helps. Believe me
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Every little bit helps. Believe me
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Every little bit helps. Please help me.
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Believe me.
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The men in bars and girls in cars made promises to satisfy
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The uncontrollable urge to relieve the frustration
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The ugly snag of transient life is that all towns are one in the same
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It all depends which end of the dog she is facing
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She's piling laundry on top of the man she impaled with a decorative spear
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If he was turned face up we could gauge his repose
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As the engine turns over she waits for the carnival of freaks to come by
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And whisk her away to where diamonds are halos
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WHERE DIAMONDS ARE HALOS (live)
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Sugar |