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My heroine is on heroin But not bad heroin, the good heroin That rockstars take And that heals the ache Of the pain she's in She's not dirty; she's past thirty She plays acoustic guitar and the flute And the harp and the theramin On heroin My heroine And oh, in this dead town The dead kids hang around This must be Zion, they promised us Zion... My heroine is so beautiful Her cheeks are hollowed out, God, She's beautiful She orders jugs of wine And wastes all her time At the wishing well She's a dreamer I'm a dreamer We are not like the others We're the best of our brothers We dreamers, We dreamers You should see us And oh, in this dead town The dead kids hang around This must be Zion, they promised us Zion... My heroine believes in something Because something big must be happening She carries books That belie her looks And the pain she's in She sees singers Who sing protest songs That she already agrees with She has afternoon teas with Them, looks at the world And the unthinkable wrongs She sings, damn this dead town Where the dead kids hang around. Bored to tears with the infinite peace The chosen one, like everyone She raises her eyes Raises her eyes Raises her eyes and succumbs |
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