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It's dark now at the car park
Take the last seat in the last car
Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand
The morning has spoken, all the bastards have choken
She has stolen the crown now you feel her wrath
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
She's got cheeks like peaches
You can hear how she preaches
That we all are entitled to understand
Her moral is leaking and she still
Keeps on seeking for the latest identity
In the Lego tower marching around
Hear the empty howl in the quiet town, in the quiet town
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
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She is alone in her secret society
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The secret society
The secret society
She writes her diary
She is alone in her secret society
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She is alone in her secret society
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The secret society
Oh, the secret society