| So she drove the car through the wall
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| And through the kitchen door
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| Splinters from the fans
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| Slashed the side of her head
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| And it came open like an orange
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| Bashed back on the seat, brown and red
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| Shot like a stone from a sling
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| From the curve through the cabin
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| Into someone else’s heart
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| She felt to leave it alone
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| She felt her arm that had gone limp
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| She could feel the bone
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| Stand up, and see if you can walk
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| Can you hear those spirits talk?
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| Do you not think that they’re calling for you
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| Come on through the breach
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| Come on
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| This is the strangest Easter morning that I ever had
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| Oh I can’t believe you’re gone, weren’t you supposed to come back?
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| I’m almost at the breach now
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| And the garden is empty
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| Oh I move through a far galaxy
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| Revolve my planets around me
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| So you’ve fallen
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| Suddenly near
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| This is the strangest Easter morning that I ever had
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| Oh I can’t believe you’re gone, weren’t you supposed to come back?
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| I’m almost at the breach now
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| And the garden is empty
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| I can see lights flashing
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| Right before they come for me
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| And my blood spills on the grass, green and black
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| And my blood spills on the green grass, green and black
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| Lord, why have you left me?
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| It feels like I’m walking on the bottom of the sea
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| And I do believe that they’re calling for me
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| Come on through the breach
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| Come on
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| So she drove the car through the wall
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| And through the kitchen door
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| Splinters from the fans
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| Slashed the side of her head
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| It came open like an orange
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| Bashed back on the seat, brown and red |