| Her voice cuts through the walls
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| Rings through everything that’s hollow
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| These bitter words recall
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| All that’s left and hard to swallow
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| She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad
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| All she’s got to lose is everything she never has
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| (Every back turned to her)
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| We put her down in a shallow grave
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| She wears a dress like a body bag every day
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| And this way she won’t have to run away
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| And she can keep her regrets at bay every day
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| Her blood runs hot to cold
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| Always breaking all she borrows
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| Her favors bought and sold
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| She lives like she’s dead tomorrow
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| Just another reason looking for the next because
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| Just another has been wishing that she never was
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| (Every back turned to her)
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| We put her down in a shallow grave
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| She wears a dress like a body bag every day
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| And this way she won’t have to run away
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| And she can keep her regrets at bay every day
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| Tomorrow’s not a new day
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| Or time to think things through
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| As patience starts to fall away
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| A day can feel like two
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| When we gave her a new face
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| The past was out of view
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| She never fooled us because she could never fool herself
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| We put her down in a shallow grave
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| She wears a dress like a body bag every day
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| And this way she won’t have to run away
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| And she can keep her regrets a bay every day |