| Emma appeared like an angel
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| Emma fell like rain
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| Into my lap like a heart attack
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| Like lightning from her name
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| I’m running dry of bad excuses
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| Don’t want to lie or seem intrusive
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| But time hasn’t told me anything
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| And neither has she
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| A poinsettia in poison rain
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| Traded true love for insult and injury
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| We washed it down the drain
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| With one silver bullet and two Vicodin
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| Emma woke up in darkness
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| Suitcase already packed
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| Note on the bedstand signed in blood
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| Sincerely, never coming back
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| A nightmare on my street the day she arrived
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| A nightmarish household in which she died
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| Because it made her feel at home
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| Somehow made me feel at home
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| A poinsettia in poison rain
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| Traded true love for insult and injury
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| We washed it down the drain
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| With one wooden stake through the heart and two Vicodin
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| A poinsettia in poison rain
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| Traded true love for insult and injury
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| We washed it down the drain
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| With one silver bullet and two Vicodin
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| We watched the sun fall crown
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| On a city that sleeps in a world upside down
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| A slow ticket straight out of town
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| You went out with a bang when you took with you all my dreams underground
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| With you all my dreams underground |