Ｏｎｅ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｏｗｎ ｂｅａｕｔｙ．
Ｏｎｅ ｃｒｅａｔｅｓ ｉｔ．
Ｉｎ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｄｒｅａｍｓ，
Ｔｈｅｙ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｅｙ ｃａｎ ｏｂｔａｉｎ ｉｔ．
Ａｌｌ ａｌｏｎｅ， ｉｎ ａ ｄａｒｋ ｎｉｇｈｔ＇ｓ
ｒｅｓｔ．
Ａｌｌ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ．．．
Ｌｉｆｅｌｅｓｓ．
Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ ｂｙ ｃｈａｎｇｅ
Ｈｉｄｄｅｎ ｂｙ ｌｉｅｓ，
Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｔｒｕｔｈ．
Ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｎｏｗ ｄｉｅｓ．
Ｔｈｅｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ．
Ｔｈｅｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ．
Ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｎｏｗ ｂｕｒｎｓ
Ｓｍｏｋｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ａｉｒ．
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