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She ran until her face was numb with cold |
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And wore a cotton gown that blazed the night untold |
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She ran until her feet refused to hold |
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So heavy a heart for someone merely ten years old |
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And when she reached the river her knees began to shiver |
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Her head with pounding voices from home |
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Behind her was a vision, a painful apparition |
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Of a darker world that no one should know |
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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The river will keep this friend |
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The somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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No never again |
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She dived beneath the water's icy skin |
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Hoping the cold would kill the smell of angry gin |
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And her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been |
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Just wishing the numbness to cut deeper with its pins |
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And as her body lay there she decided to stay there |
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Till darkness came to pull her away |
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And beautifully she sank as up river was the bank |
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Where some bodiless troubles would stay |
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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The river will keep this friend |
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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No never again |
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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The river will keep this friend |
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again |
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No never again |
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No never again |
