| It’s a second hand story no one wants to hear
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| And it’s wet with blood, salted with tears
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| It’s black and white and red all over, happens all the time
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| This was something about an artificial heart
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| She lived in a sleepy town trailer home park
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| Where not many people go out after dark
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| Innocent helpless at 17, queen of every loser’s wet dream
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| Which brings us to our villain but a mother could love
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| He liked amputation and the Lord above
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| He kidnapped her on her way home from school
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| She lost her mind, he lost his cool
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| She didn’t tell him about the artificial heart
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| Then some kid found her head
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| Then an arm and a leg and you know the rest they said
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| The artificial heart it was still beating
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| With a needle and a thread they sewed on her head
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| She’s alive and well like she was never dead
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| She doesn’t remember the day she didn’t die
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| Or how everybody cried
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| She read a story in the paper how she was victimized
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| And you should have seen the look in her eyes
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| Her assailant was acquitted and as she read
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| I swear she laughed off her head |