| Her screams lights up the night
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| Her face fills you with fright
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| And still with all her might
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| She yearns to make things right
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| For them, they’ve lost their lives
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| She warned them of the dive
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| She prayed that one survived
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| Yet none of them arrived
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| They’re gone, they’re gone, she yells
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| So on, so on, church bells
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| Of tears and salt she smells
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| There are no last farewells, farewells
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| La llorona que paso
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| Por qué lloras mi amor
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| Y los niños dónde están
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| En el río duermen ya
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| She walks, hands dripping wet
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| She looks really upset
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| She was never a threat
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| Yet no one will forget
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| For them, they’ve lost their lives
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| She warned them of the dive
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| She prayed that one survived
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| Yet none of them arrived
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| They’re gone, they’re gone, she knows
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| Yet from their graves they rose
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| Her insanity grows
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| As the river flows and flows
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| La llorona que paso
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| Por qué lloras mi amor
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| Y los niños dónde están
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| En el río duermen ya
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| They’re gone they’re gone, she digs
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| I slaughtered them like pigs
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| I drowned my fucking kids
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| Their necks their necks, they cracked like twigs
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| They’re gone they’re gone, she cries
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| Her eyes cast to the sky
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| She never said goodbye
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| And now’s her turn to die |