Some might say she's lucky
All her dreams come true but
The problem is that most of them are nightmares
The ghosts they visit nightly
There is nothing she can do
So she just lies in bed and tries not to move
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Bullet barely grazed her skin
But she felt it through and through and it's been
Years and she can still not stop the bleeding
Tourniquet is tied too tight
She started turning blue so she
Surrenders and puts a red dress on
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Things look so different when the sun goes down
She asks the mirror on the wall
"Who's the fairest of them all?"
But all she got were dark eyes staring back
Seven years of bad luck seems a paltry price to pay
She hit the glass with all her might
But it didn't even make a crack
She prayed him not her soul to take
If she died before the morning but
The problem is she is not a believer
The lines they hand out in the church
To give a fool his dollar's worth she
Always suspected were deceiving
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Things look so different when the sun goes down
Things look so different when the sun goes down
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