| Tonight would be the last night that we had our tea
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| That bloody tea, which sent us into ecstasy
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| Yesterday Mother complained, feeling dizzy, all in pain
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| Mother’s getting weaker, looking paler day by day
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| As morning came, she could not make it out of bed
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| And Grandma’s spell was getting straight into her head
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| Not a single word, she didn’t seem to be alive
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| Getting weaker, looking paler day by day
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| Then Missy came in and she led me by the hand
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| I didn’t want to go, Oh but I should have known
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| Mother was barely conscious, why should I care
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| Just looking forward to the next ordeal
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| I think I heard My sister begging me to stay
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| She gave me the phone, so I could call someone for help
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| I simply let go of her hand, then I cut the wire
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| Missy was crying as I left them both behind
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| And Mother’s getting weaker, Missy shouted at My back
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| «I hate You» |