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She spent most her life on the floor with her heart |
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To this she's condemned and can never be part |
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She tries by herself on a debt to pay |
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I don't think today's gonna be her day |
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Those cuts on her arm didn't come from shame |
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This past in denial and accusation |
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Those thoughts in her head will soon come true |
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A tragic display of dreamers consumed |
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The hand cannot reach to the phone of her soul |
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Perhaps that's the lesson |
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I've got to know |
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Her body was found on a |
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Sunday morn |
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Her spirit found rest her heartbeat unturned |
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And I will sleep to get there |
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And I will sleep together |
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And I will sleep to get there |
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And I will sleep together |
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She spent most her life on the floor with her heart |
