when like a prayer
my knight did appear
out of can you imagine it...no-where
oh but the sheer despair
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there once was a raven
black as the sky
similiar to that of the night when nothing did shine
there once was a dove
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what is a day in the life
and where is the life
when all is grey and sweltering no rest not even in the shade
ah the pale shadow of a blade
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not sure where this is going
this is free-hand and i am blowin'
not literally
i am a female
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Where is he
I thought we were going to be married
And he would carry me away
What a beautiful thought, a lovely Wedding Day
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Truth surely is a mysterious thing
for what is truth when it seems to change with every passing day
that cannot be truth
for truth does not change
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It is so lonely sitting on your own
waiting for the phone
it is so lonely thinking this is all there is
that this is as good as it is going to get
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I think back to a time
when there were no rules with verse or rhyme
freedome of speech
a creative mind
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This city of sin
stinks like a bin
of rubbish and decay
dignity crushed alone the way
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