| Sister Renee, the jack of all trades
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| Don’t put that hatchet in my back, in my back
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| Watch myself fade on the bed that was made
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| Not by nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you
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| Your uniform fits the charm and the wit
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| Life on the top floor, by my side, by my side
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| I’m down in a pit with nowhere to sit
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| With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates
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| You gave me some poppyseed
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| And we lay here for hours
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| Heal these blisters, sacred sister
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| I will miss her so
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| Heal these blisters, sacred sister
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| I will miss her so
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| Sister Renee, you’ve got it made
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| Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm
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| What can I say, I want you to stay
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| I’ll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs
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| You gave me some poppyseed
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| And we lay here for hours
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| Heal these blisters, sacred sister
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| I will miss her so
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| Heal these blisters, sacred sister
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| I will miss her so
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| I will miss her so, I will miss her so
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| I will miss her so |