| I was sitting on a wall, neither drunk nor sober
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| My body wasn’t mine but my brain was still working
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| Two bloody little diamonds were trying to look around, to realize
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| What really happened that last October
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| Couple of pairs were pacing the street
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| And I was jealous. |
| I hate him!
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| Few minutes later I was punching the bricks,
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| 'twas not his head and I was bleeding
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| I hate the bastard who took her from me,
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| Lovely girl, from my sweetest dreams
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| For once she was all my life but now she’s a bitch
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| I’m taking the shovel and I’ll dig 'em a ditch!
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| Many hours have passed and I was still there,
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| Trying to crawl so tired from fighting
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| I couldn’t hide myself from looks of other people so curious,
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| So I closed my eyes and waited
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| Does she feel the same, shame and weakness, and cries?
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| Or is she just blind?
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| I’m not laying there, I left the place
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| With all my faith and all my happiness behind.
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| I hate the bastard who took her from me,
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| Lovely girl, from my sweetest dreams
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| For once she was all my life but now she’s a bitch
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| I’m taking the shovel and I’ll dig 'em a ditch!
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| I hate the bastard who took her from me,
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| Lovely girl, from my sweetest dreams
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| For once she was all my life but now she’s a bitch
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| I’m taking the shovel and…
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| I hate the bastard who took her from me,
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| Lovely girl, from my sweetest dreams
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| For once she was all my life but now she’s a bitch
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| I’m taking the shovel and I’ll dig 'em a ditch! |