She slips in and out of her dull imagination That floats around the twilight of her tomb Clutching her little treasures That represent a happy moment Displayed with sad affection in her room But this life is a prison And it hurts to hear the children laughing While they live their pretty little dreams And frozen all the while Is a tearful bitter smile Nothings really what it seems Nothings really what it seems Nothings really what it seems Like a silver little fool You were standing at the alter In the tides by the candles As they burn Pressed against the mirror Playing all your favourite film stars Ready for the camera That would never, never turn Push aside the curtain Of your tiny garret window And glare out on the narrow little world You were in your wedding dress Great expectations more or less Playing with your dolls like any ordinary Little girl Candle light Candle bright Won't you light my way tonight Candle light Candle bright Won't you light my way tonight Now it's the futile bitter feelings That clutch you in the middle You were never really given a chance And the spite that jabs your mind Hides a heart thats really warm and kind And the pulse that races with Each other inquisitive glance You were always the outsider And they set you up a childhood To be just another cuddly toy And the whisper in the street When the street corner gossips meet The woman on the fourth floor He was such a happy boy The woman on the fourth floor He was such a happy boy The woman on the fourth floor He was such a happy boy The woman on the fourth floor He was such a happy boy Candle light Candle bright Won't you light my way tonight Candle light Candle bright Won't you light my way tonight Candle light Candle bright Won't you light my way tonight
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