| As she woke up for the final injection
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| The sickness was hard
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| When there was no one around
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| And it spread to her hands
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| And it spread to her legs
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| And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground
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| That she played in as a kid
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| What she did to deserve this
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| While her friends were at parties
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| She was on the floor, with a mixture of blood
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| Sweat and tears by her head
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| That’s when she said, can I be dead?
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| Yeah I’ve heard that before
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| So as I’m writing this thank you note
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| There’s just one thing she wanted you to know
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| Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you
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| Just hung the painting that we found of London
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| I never saw the beauty of that city before
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| As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books
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| With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor
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| So as I’m writing this thank you note
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| There’s just one thing she wanted you to know
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| Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you |