| When she was young she was told in life
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| One day you’ll make a good wife
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| We give our souls for the sweeter times
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| She swears she should’ve known something wasn’t right
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| Let the devil in the door in the dark night
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| She knew it didn’t feel right
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| Now she’s waiting for the moment to break
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| From his grip on her arm that’s so tight
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| Get out, get out
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| You’ve gotta get out of here
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| She’s in trouble now, what to do?
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| I guess she never really ever knew
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| How to feel, how to love, that a shove ain’t a hug
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| That mummy’s bruises weren’t normal as she grew
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| So clueless
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| It’s not her fault she was only young, but
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| It isn’t hard to see the damage that he’s done
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| Better run, better run, better run
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| He hits the bottle every minute he gets
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| And when he’s out he takes it out on her you wouldn’t suspect it
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| Cos he’s empty as the bottles littering the kitchen bench
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| She’s tense, every time she hears the door and smells the liquor stench
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| You fuckin oxygen thief, giving her grief
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| It’s all I think about and now I can’t stop grinding my teeth |
| I hear her screaming in the middle of the night while you sleep peacefully
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| It’s almost as if you were 6ft deep (if only)
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| Get out, get out
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| You’ve gotta get out of here
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| Lying on this couch of bad decisions and dreams
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| Where the thought of ever after is as bad as it seems
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| Where the idea of what you wanted left you checking your sleeves
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| Hoping that shiver is the ice in the breeze
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| Run run faster now
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| Wouldn’t pick you to hold me down
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| Hard to hide in this small town
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| When those before have tried and drowned
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| Run run harder now
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| Hear the footsteps on the ground
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| Keep your eyes straight don’t turn around
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| Just one more step you’re homeward bound
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| Get out, get out
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| You’ve gotta get out of here
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| Get out of here |