She says she goes to church on Sundays
But then her prayers turn to lies come Monday
She stares at herself in a broken mirror
All the lines on her face are becoming clearer
She's running out of time
She's all alone inside her room
She's running out of time
Dancing with her flowers in a spoon
Inside a dream she dances with her flowers
As the days they seem to turn into hours
She stares at herself in a broken mirror
All the lines on her face are becoming clearer
She's running out of time
She's all alone inside her room
She's running out of time
Dancing with her flowers in a spoon
She's running out of time
She's all alone inside her room
She's running out of time
Dancing with her flowers in a spoon
She dances with her flowers in a spoon
She dances with her flowers in a spoon
On the table a needle and a spoon
She dances with her...
She's running out of time
She's all alone inside her room
She's running out of time
Dancing with her flowers in a spoon
She's running out of time
She's all alone inside her room
She's running out of time
Dancing with her flowers in a spoon

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