Theresia Serena - Valley Of The Dolls

marionettes and puppet masters
making us sad by things that they're after
holding the strings, whispering things
forced to change things, this will end in disaster

beauty, grace, sit still and look pretty
say something nice, and say something witty
torches and pitchforks, that's what we hold
you're now at war with the valley of the dolls

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( crying )

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make me feel safe
peek through my armour
everything aches
lights getting darker

i'm not okay
please grab me closer
it slips away
lost my composure

beauty, grace, sit still and look pretty
say something nice, and say something witty
i am no longer under your spell
i went from barbie to annabelle

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i'm not your doll
baby i'm not your doll, no more
i'm not your doll
baby i'm not your doll, no more

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Written by:
Arif Gusejnov, Elmar Yadai, Theresia Serena

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