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Daddy was the local drunk |
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Mommy was the loosest girl in town |
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Brother just some two-bit punk |
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Rode his Harley D into the ground |
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Distant friends and relatives |
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Each of them a problem they would share |
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From the in-laws to the out-laws |
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Quietly she would soak up their despair |
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She was one of life's lil' angels |
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A job that don't pay well |
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Guiding those to heaven |
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That should've gone to hell |
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Was it really worth it? |
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Only time & death may ever tell |
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She was the brick |
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At the base |
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Of the house |
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A true foundation stone |
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She was the colour |
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And the sound |
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And the taste |
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And the rose of my cologne |
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Cousin Bobby killed a man |
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Packed his bags and left with Lisa-Jane |
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Sister was an also-ran |
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Ran and never showed her face again |
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Those daughters, sons and uncles |
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All of them with problems of their own |
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Professors, priests, policemen |
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All would use the rose of my cologne |
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She was one of life's lil' angels |
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A job that don't pay well |
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Guiding those to heaven |
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That should've gone to hell |
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Was it really worth it? |
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Only time & death may ever tell |
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She was the brick |
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At the base |
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Of the house |
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A true foundation stone |
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She was the colour |
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And the sound |
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And the taste |
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And the rose of my cologne |
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Finally she decided |
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Less than half an hour it took to pack |
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Climbed upon her motorbike |
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Didn't wave goodbye or once look back |
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Separations, pregnancies |
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Alcohol abusers, lovers tiff |
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Murderers, philanderers |
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Took them all and drove them off a cliff |