| A forbidden road to nowhere
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| The strays and shadows often wander alone
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| Through an un-enchanted forest
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| The abandoned ruins on the hill there
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| Still she waits for you, painted eyes ashen blue
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| Tiny dancer all her dreams were tainted
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| By a poison invisible, still she danced a perfect tragedy
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| Fall from grace, her fractured porcelain face
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| She was the immolation sent away
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| To raise the spirits of the dying
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| Did you feel betrayed, were you dreaming
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| Of a wheel in the sky where you touched the clouds
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| Laughed and cried?
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| Did you feel alone, were you drifting
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| Though those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Through a pitch black prism?
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| Her iridescent silken hair spirals through the air
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| Like cattails swirling in the autumn winds
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| Falling gently to the mine
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| Children in the fields they gather flowers wilting away
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| As an empathetic requiem
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| And the music falls silent
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| She did not cry, she didn’t dare
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| A the musing turned fantasia
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| Unraveling all her fears
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| Did you feel alone, were you drifting
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| Through those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Through a pitch black prism?
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| Through those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Through a pitch black prism
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| Through those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Fading away
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| Shine on Chernobyl doll, dance your last dance
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| The children they mustn’t know they are never going home
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| Radiant child bow in quiet repose
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| A dying swan lying in a bed of primrose
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| Irradiated flames they burn a cold, cold hellfire
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| Beyond the Iron Curtain falling empire
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| Takes secrets to the grave
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| What did they know before the afterglow?
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| A conspiracy to save their own
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| They know all roads lead to Moscow
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| Perilous flight of song-less bird
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| That could see over the horizon
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| Was blinded by the northern lights
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| And flew into the sun
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| Dying Chernobyl doll, dance your last dance
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| Soon they all will know they are never going home
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| Radiant child standing in the poison rain
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| All too well she knows this will never be her home again
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| Did you feel betrayed, were you dreaming
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| Of a wheel in the sky where you touched the clouds
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| Laughed and cried?
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| Did you feel alone, were you drifting
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| Though those dead doll eyes, fading away?
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| Through a pitch black prism
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| Though those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Through a pitch black prism
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| Through those dead doll eyes, fading away
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| Fading away |