| «Kezia, my darling, please never forget
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| This world’s got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,»
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| Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
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| Before she added, «the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil.»
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| She wore a perfume called «Pride» that smells a lot more like «Shame.»
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| So when she walked into the room I was sleeping, I heard her curse my father’s
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| name;
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| It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame
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| It was the lonely grey of my father’s eyes staring back in the mirror’s frame
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| It was the lonely grey of my father’s eyes staring back in the mirror’s frame
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| «Mother Oh Mother, I’m shaking while I write
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| Tonight I’ll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright.»
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| «Mother Oh Mother, I’m shaking while I write
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| Tonight I’ll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright.»
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| There’s a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read
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| There’s a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read
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| 'Cause I know it’s not from you
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| And you’re the only one I need
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| You’re the only one I need
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| I’m tired, and I’m cold and I want to go to bed
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| But there’s no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead…
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| (I'm tired… I’m cold)
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| This shotgun will instead.
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| (I want to go to bed, I want to go to bed)
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| I want to…
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| (No one here to tuck me in)
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| So this shotgun will |