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While

She's a walking tragedy
A life of ever spun webs and spider snatchings
There's a light on far away
Taunting in its distance

But she loves a good walk outside
Every once in a while
Yeah she loves a walk outside
Every once in a while

There's windows on every wall
They give all sorts of false hope
A place far away, promises yet made
Her cries to the wind bring nothing back

But she loves a good walk outside
Every once in a while
Yeah she loves a walk outside
Every once in a while

Who's that girl, who's that girl
White walls, swollen white walls
Heart of gold shriveled to coal
White walls and a gray soul

But she loves to let it slide
Every once in a while
Yeah she loves to get by
Every once in a while

Her life is measured in inches
A little more than worthless
And all else surrounding is
black, black, black

White walls and a gray soul
Gray walls and a black hole
Taking her over, taking her over
It seems so far from over

But she loves to give it a try
Every once in a while
Yeah she loves these little lies
Every once in a while



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