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Take A Bow
Maybe those are tears streaming down her perfect face,
And maybe her wings are doused in blood,
She might play suicide on those golden strings,
Maybe her halo's fallen for good
But she wasn't born this way,
And she wasn't born so flawless;
But she's done her deeds,
Earned her wings
So who's to say she can't stay in Heaven?
Maybe those are bruises beneath her gown,
And slashes on her wrists
It just may be she's on her last breath,
And those pills aren't for prescription
But who's to say her smile's fake as Satan?
Maybe she's finally hollow as
The doll they wish she was,
Maybe the porcelain's just her mask,
But she'll play it well,
To the closing act
So smile now,
And take your bow,
...I can't stay in Heaven
