You know where you want to go
You're so pretty and you let it show
You know your words and you let it be known
Beside your cradle and a heart of stone
You've lost at everything you've tried
They still ask about you sometimes
The claims you've made aren't aging well
You look at what you want to see
You carry your self so elegantly
You turn people into who you want them to be
Only the dead man's cry can set your free
And one by one they
One by one they die
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