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She fell fifteen floors |
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Then she died |
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It was the only way to see inside |
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The reasons trickle |
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From her fingers |
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And the brightness fades from her eyes |
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She'd tell me it was nothing |
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A mistake and now she's well |
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She'd work a spell, and then |
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As if nothing bad had happened |
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She'd be sitting making patterns |
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With my scared tired eyes |
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When she cuts, then she bleeds |
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It's the only way she gets what she needs |
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Sitting making patterns with my scared tired eyes |
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And thenShe'd take me to a doorway |
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And to the other side |
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She'd take me through with passion, tenderness and pride |
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She brought me back with her hands |
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Making promises and plans |
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I left her in barren lands when |
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I came inside |
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I'd see her glazed eyes |
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And crazed lies |
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And the as if nothing bad had happened |
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As if nothing bad had happened |
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She'd be sitting making patterns |
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With my scared tired eyes |
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She'd be sitting making patterns'cause my promises were lies |
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My promises were lies |
