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There's no red dress or velvet lines that sink in the abyss of smokey eyes.
But if clothes told tales and walls could recant, what nurseries of woe do you think they would chant?
While Dawn's rosy fingers ignite the burning skies, I'm testing the water below, just one more dance and I'm good to go, I'm just testing the water below, just one more dance and I'm good to go...
Let it roll off you, let it roll off you like the water of a duck's back, like a broken eight track.
'Cause like a hurricane's path, you can't hold it back, you can't hold it back.
There's no criminal or savvy Saint that condones this scheme marked with black face paint.
But if facts are optional & delusion is a choice, how come Ignorance gets the loudest voice?
And if insult is personal & speech is free, why don't your freedoms apply to me?
Still Dawn's rosy fingers ignite the burning skies, I'm testing the water below, just one more dance and I'm good to go, I'm just testing the water below, just one more dance and I'm good to go...
Let it roll off you, let it roll off you like the water of a duck's back, like a broken eight track.
'Cause like a hurricane's path, you can't hold it back, you can't hold it back.