| She’s inviting heartache, to come home cause she’s starving for hope
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| That maybe «baby» won’t be pushed around
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| She wears makeup to cover up the signs that she’s naked behind her lies
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| But truth be told when daddy’s home tonight…
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| Get up, last call for another round
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| Stand up, you’re due for anight on the town
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| Go home, his shots aren’t the way to go down
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| Deep eyes, but even deeper wounds, her face is too transparent, she
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| Can’t hide it, she can’t hide it anymore, so scream now or forever live
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| In hell, her silence isn’t virtue, so open wide or try to hide cause
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| Here he comes…
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| It’s not her fault
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| Typical words, typical slurs, everynight is the same, it can’t get
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| Worse
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| She can’t hide it, she can’t fight it, she can sit through his shit
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| Without crying |