As stiff as toys
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And tall as men
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And swaying like the wind torn trees
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She talked about the empty world
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With eyes like poison birds
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She talked about the armies
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That marched inside her head
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And how they made her dreams go bad
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But oh how happy she was
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How proud she was
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To be fighting in the war
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In the empty world
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The Empty World
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| Cure |
