| Cindy decided to leave her childhood diary under the bed
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| She burned almost everything except for her wedding ring
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| Because she threw that in the sea, in the sea, in the sea
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| She hid in her neighbor’s yard and watched as the fire scarred
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| The house she never could leave
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| It was the prettiest thing she thought she had ever seen
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| A thing in which to believe
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| Cindy walked down the street, the smell of the fire so sweet
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| And she laughed through the smoke
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| At the end of the block she made one last stop
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| To make sure she had everything
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| Awash in the beautiful sound of the old house burning down
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| She opened her bag
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| She could have sworn that she took her overdue library books
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| But they were not to be seen
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| A knowing smile crossed her face as she remembered the place where she left
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| them upstairs
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| She slowly walked back down the street
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| And into the burning debris
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| She couldn’t take on any more late fees |