| Found you on the roadside
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| Little cuts and bruises underneath your chin
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| You begged them to bury you before your life sets in
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| She sees me in the garden
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| Pulling petals off the flowers
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| She closes all the windows
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| Shuts down on the bed and shivers
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| Take her back in time to the place before it happened
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| Before it happened
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| Take me back in time to the place where it happened
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| Where it happened
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| He scratched your eyes, your pretty eyes
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| With a handful of rusty nails
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| And then he pushed you into a ditch
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| With the slugs and the snails
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| I’m so angry she’s not angry
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| Every second of every hour
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| She shuts the door and slides the latch in
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| Tries to wash him off in the shower
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| Take her back in time to the place before it happened
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| Before it happened
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| Take me back to the roadside where, where it happened
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| Before it happened
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| Where it happened
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| He lay there for three days
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| Your heart held in his knuckles
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| He tried to pull out your hair
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| Rip the scalp with his buckle
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| Look at you now
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| You’re like no girl I know
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| I would have stabbed him
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| (who would have stopped me?)
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| I would have stabbed him
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| (you would have stopped me)
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| Dead |