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It's dark now at the carpark
Take the last seat in the last cart
Hear the breaking of bones
When you hold her hand
The morning has spoken
All the bastards have choken
She has stolen the crown
Now you'll feel her wrath
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
She's got cheeks like peaches
You can hear how she preaches
And we all are entitled to understand
Her moral is leaking
And she still keeps on seeking
For the latest identity
In the lego tower
Marching around
Hear the empty howl
In the quiet town
In the quiet town
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
Misfit sentences
Worn out metaphors
She is alone in her secret society
Misfit sentences
Worn out metaphors
The secret society
The secret society
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
Misfit sentences
Worn out metaphors
She is alone in her secret society
Misfit sentences
Worn out metaphors
The secret society
Of the secret society
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