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With a drink in her hand |
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She will stop her car and then |
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Seal herself for good in the garage |
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She's never leaving |
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There were times to be sure |
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It was so pure you might choke |
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But it's too late in the garage |
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The falling ceiling |
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And all the walls will fade to black |
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Could she be thinking of another now |
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Take my hand, pull me through |
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There's so much |
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I left undone |
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But it's too late now in the garage |
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And all the walls will fade to black |
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Could she be thinking of another |
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They found her car still running |
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In the garage |
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She'd come so far to end her life |
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By the rusty mower and chicken wire |
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By the chicken wire and studded tire |
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By the rusty mower and chicken wire |
