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in swirls amongst the others,
she cried, she wailed, she howled,
she sings the song of misery,
but she never wanted out,
amongst the sane she dances,
to beat of a different drum,
you know the waters in which she drowns,
are the waters to which she runs.
"to where you dance this fine eve ma'am?
the city, it calls your name."
her carriage pulls over in a desserted passage,
"it doesnt matter", she explains, "it all feels the same."
in depths amongst the others,
she looks down, or up, depending on your view,
she cries for mistreatment, for being treated like the rest,
if only she ever knew.
wrapped in cotton wool,
and lies to keep her sedate,
the world will never be good enough,
and we are all so second rate.
she cried, she wailed, she howled,
she sings the song of misery,
but she never wanted out,
amongst the sane she dances,
to beat of a different drum,
you know the waters in which she drowns,
are the waters to which she runs.
"to where you dance this fine eve ma'am?
the city, it calls your name."
her carriage pulls over in a desserted passage,
"it doesnt matter", she explains, "it all feels the same."
in depths amongst the others,
she looks down, or up, depending on your view,
she cries for mistreatment, for being treated like the rest,
if only she ever knew.
wrapped in cotton wool,
and lies to keep her sedate,
the world will never be good enough,
and we are all so second rate.