| She fell fifteen floors
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| Then she died
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| It was the only way to see inside
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| The reasons trickle
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| From her fingers
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| And the brightness fades from her eyes
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| She’d tell me it was nothing
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| A mistake and now she’s well
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| She’d work a spell, and then
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| As if nothing bad had happened
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| She’d be sitting making patterns
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| With my scared tired eyes
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| When she cuts, then she bleeds
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| It’s the only way she gets what she needs
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| Sitting making patterns with my scared tired eyes
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| And then
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| She’d take me to a doorway
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| And to the other side
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| She’d take me through with passion, tenderness and pride
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| She brought me back with her hands
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| Making promises and plans
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| I left her in barren lands when I came inside
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| I’d see her glazed eyes
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| And crazed lies
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| And the as if nothing bad had happened
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| As if nothing bad had happened
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| She’d be sitting making patterns
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| With my scared tired eyes
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| She’d be sitting making patterns
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| 'Cause my promises were lies
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| My promises were lies |