Watch how she sleeps in a hallway of dreams
See how the leaves will take rest at her feet
Last night she dreamt of a way out of there
Now she must search for some old rag to wear
Sell your soul, sell your dreams
Empty your head, sell your dreams
Nobody cares if she lives, if she dies
See bitter memories that burn in her eyes
All that she hoped for is vanished and gone
Under the bridge where her life just goes on
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