Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
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but I see, tears flow quietly.
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The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
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paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
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And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...
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Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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How do you break a heart of gold?
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Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
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Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
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last one, free, unhesitatingly.
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And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...
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Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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How do you break a heart of gold?
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Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
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Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
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Why when they walk with love alone?
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Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
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Just trying to find their way home.
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The Beautiful Ones
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Poets Of The Fall |