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she fakes in the wake of a dangerous game
to the strains of a mock, riddle, plaything
she finds that the time spent standin on line
was a crime but the time
it ain't comin back babe
and nothing gets through to her
and no one is kind
and nothing looks new to her
it is a terminal lie
and when she starts up again
she hears a typical rhyme
tell her it's just a dream
she knows it's a lie
it is the best kept secret in the.....
waiting for the phone, waiting for the bus
waiting for the news, waiting for the sun
waiting for a high volt kill pain
she lights up the fight gotta get it just right
runnin tight white looking and feeling just fine
she is the leader of everything
detect a bit of a calm
not your typical mirror queen
she is the loneliest one
see that her hands are clean
she went and found a new god
tell her it's just a dream
she opens her eyes
she is the best kept secret in the....
don't change
don't alter you pace
in the race don't ever give up no way
on the face of the pages the claim
the words re-arranged to contain the
only right way
and in the middle of everything
she gets a terrible chill
the telphone starts to ring
and then a horrible thrill
she never wanted to feel this way
never wanted to kill
quietly answering
what nobody else ever would
it is the best kept secret in the....
