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The pawnbroker's stepdaughter |
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Fought away the cold December air |
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On a park bench sitting by a fallen pine |
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She folds her bloody hands and sees the sign |
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Saying |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are we are we are is sin |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are we are we are is sin |
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On the corner of North Main and High |
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The trains would shake the walls as they passed by |
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The clamor of the steel rails would |
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Drown her voice as she screamed in the night |
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A smile would cross his empty face |
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As he put that girl in her place again |
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She shut down her last defenses |
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She turned off her tattered senses |
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And looked up to the sky with glassy eyes |
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The pawnbroker's stepdaughter |
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Floats above the ground where she had stood |
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The pawnbroker's stepdaughter |
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Made it right the one way she could |
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She lift up her trembling hands |
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The room was spinning like a carousel |
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She felt her body spin around |
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With crimson running to the ground before her |
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The room turned silent, the train was gone |
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The melting snow, the the crack of dawn was here |
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This is how the story ends |
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The same way that it all begins |
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Cuz no one here forgives our sins on this world |
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The pawnbroker's stepdaughter |
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Floats above the ground where she had stood |
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The pawnbroker's stepdaughter |
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Made it right the one way she could |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are we are we are is sin |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are we are we are is sin |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are we are we are is |
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All we are is sin |
