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She was dancing around in her Ragtag shoes of faux synthetic wools In the middle of Sunset Boulevard Oh yes, the Sunset Boulevard

And with masks to hide her tears Sun-kissed scars to hide her fears She bounces along, prances along To the music, and the greedy, needy, smiles.

Can you hear her heart sings “I don’t want to be here, I don’t belong here” Yes, life was meant to be vicious, but why Why does it have to be her?

He was wearing a tuxedo in Hickory Dickory, dock! The clock is ticking, it’s Time for him to meet the owner of the parlour In Sunset Boulevard

And as he walks he sees her Masquerading, pirouetting her tears away So he stops, and joined the crowd With a heavy, heavy heart.

Can you see him cry “I don’t want to be here, I don’t belong here” Oh yes, life is vicious, but he He was just another ‘them’.

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