In the Valley of the Dolls we sleep, we sleep.
Got a hole inside of me, of me.
Born with a void, hard to destroy with love, a hope.
Built with a heart broken from the start, and now I die slow.
Got a hole inside of me.
Living with identities, that do not belong to me.
In my life I got this far, now I’m ready for the last hurrah.
Dying like a shooting star.
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