Caught up in appearances.
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What's on the outside is all that counts.
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And through the mirror she can see
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Deep into the heart of tragedy.
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Watching it fall apart.
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This cascading tower falls.
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She drops to her knees
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In hopes to find tomorrow.
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Billboards they reach the sky,
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Decorated by star covered streets.
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And picture perfect movie
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Screens tell her who she should be.
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Watching it fall apart.
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This cascading tower falls.
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She drops to her knees
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In hopes to find tomorrow.
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Could she find, could she find the answer?
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Watching It Fall Apart
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| Slow Coming Day |
