Turn the pages back, 'cause i don't know, where i should begin
As you pirouette across the bedroom
There is no specific place or time, to start
This is the tale of Cassandra, not a story of sentiment
She was a stranger, still a stranger, with an appetite for mad romance
No she didn't stay for long, she didn't stay for long
She wore her heart on a chain, away from refrain or slip up
This is the tale of Cassandra, like a tiny golden locket
There isn't much else left to say about Cassandra
There isn't much else left to say, at all
When you go don't turn around and say goodbye
When you go, when you go
Turn the pages back, cause i don't know, how this story ends
As you drift through my mind like a daydream
She's made of love and lust, pain and trust, a poison all her own
This is the tale of Cassandra, not medication or antidote
There isn't much else left to say about Cassandra
There isn't much else left to say, at all
When you go don't turn around and say goodbye
When you go, when you
When you go, don't leave the light on
When you go, don't leave the light on
When you go, don't leave the light on
Cassandra, Cassandra no
When you go, don't leave the light on
Cassandra, Cassandra no

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