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She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum.

There's no particular season
To lose your wit or your reason
It comes ........ without warning
It might be today or the morning
I can't think what to say
My mind's a blank today

I want to write words to this music
But my head's all set to refuse it
I can't think of words to this music
No reason or rhyme to abuse it
I can't think what to say
My mind's a blank today

I could write a book this way
A diary to an empty day
I could write a book
Fourteen lines in fourteen days

I could write a book
A diary to an empty day

I want to write words to this music
But my head's all set to refuse it
I can't think of words to this music
No reason or rhyme to abuse it
I can't think what to say
My mind's a blank today

What can I say, she's walking away
from all we saw
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream

How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?

What can I do, she's still saying it's through
with how it was
What will I find, I still can't see why
she says what she does

How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?

What can I say, she's walking away
from all we saw
What can I do, she's still saying we're through
It's all a dream

How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
How can we hang on to a dream?

They ask me what grey thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down on their decline
What grey thought, if any, crossed the landscape of your mind
I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind

I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath
If Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh
I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath
Azrael the angel brings only death