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Again, those satin smiles are exchanged
Arrogant laughter accompanied
Smelling sweetly, sadly, estranged

Tangled in wires, dressed up in clocks
She opened her gifts and stared
Down the emptiness of Pandora’s box

Another year and she will not turn the page
Dwelling on scars and glory
Who cares, she knows all the world’s a stage

All the world is sinners, liars, and whores
She looked bitterly in the mirror
And made love to her reflection once more