| Smashed in the emergency room
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| Screaming like a woman giving birth from her womb
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| Feeling like he’d fallen to the earth from the moon
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| What a turbulent gloom, he got shot in the chest
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| Two bullets ripped the flesh, the blood soaked the car, hard
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| Old lady snubnose, opposite a aardvark
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| He was holding a cold Miller like Bode
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| Then two shots to the heart, double Bon Jovi
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| Now he’s thinking like a record while the nurse applying pressure
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| Freaking on a stretcher, definitely gonna die
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| He had just pulled a knife on his wife in the night
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| Old lady pops up, pow, pow, surprise
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| They used to beat their son right in front of their mama
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| His name wasn’t Chris, left her looking Rihanna
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| Three days a week, maybe four if the Pats lost
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| Isaac wishing he could move to his dad’s spot
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| But tonight was different
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| Stepdad collapsed backwards, smashed the dishes
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| Blood puddles, linoleum in the kitchen
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| While the old lady disappeared, efficient
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| Like an assassin, in and out, the hit impeccable
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| All she left her calling card, it was a stethoscope
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| But nobody caught the face on her
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| His family screaming like they’re at a Drake concert
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| So now it’s looking like ER
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| George Clooney tryna do CPR
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| As his blood run like DMC
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| He’s just reminiscing, had a GMC
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| Spent the weekends free
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| With Sarah singing CMT
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| Before she was his wife, before she feared for her life
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| Nancy winked behind the EMT
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| Then he flatline died, that’s the E-N-D
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| Or is it?
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| Three weeks previous
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| Sarah’s crying cause her fetus is dying before he ever had a chance
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| Took his last breath, little heart in his chest met death before they ever held
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| hands
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| He’d never grow
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| Tadpole to the Leviathan
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| Live to learn to try and fail the love to feel to try again
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| The nurse is Nancy on the night he died
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| The elephant in the room let out a mighty sigh
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| But Nancy knew the deal though
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| As she put the stethoscope to the earlobes
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| Sarah said «It was an accident»
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| Nancy rolled her eyes, «Lean back, relax again»
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| Sarah’s heart pound, like her second husband right now
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| Nancy frowns, saw that Sarah’s head swelled around her hair
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| «What happened to your head?»
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| Sarah said, «I fell down the stairs»
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| But Nancy checked the blood pressure and knew
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| That Sarah was a victim of domestic abuse
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| Nancy wishes she could teach her man a lesson or two
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| So Nancy saw through the lies that she explained
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| It was transparent as a dad who had a sex change
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| This was kinda like a cry for help
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| Her baby just died, she could die herself
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| Plus her other son was living in this hell
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| He was age twelve, «What's his name?»
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| «His name’s Isaac,» tears dripping from his eyelids
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| Sitting in the corner playing Angry Birds
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| Forgetting angry words he heard in private
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| He didn’t sniffle, he just let the tears trickle in silence
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| The smile that he wore to school was one of his disguises
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| He would soon exit from the cycle of violence
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| But that’ll have to wait for the encore
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| Tonight, tears shed like where you keep the lawnmower
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| Three weeks later
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| Nurse Nancy in the '09 Sentra scrubs leather gloves and her dentures
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| Got a sticker on the back window, NPR turned up like the bat signal
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| Thirty years now, working as a nurse
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| So she’s seen it all from the birth to the hearse
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| So she lurked with the pistol in the purse
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| Always bring the heat into a cold world, what a reverse
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| Too many women battered and beaten and bruised
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| Bleeping and bleeding, got the blues cause their husband’s attitude is a heathen
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| So she took it in her own hands
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| Pop pop, bring a groan out the grown man
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| She kept the heater, that’s a nine-millimeter
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| She had caught more bodies than a male cheerleader
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| Every victim was a child abuser or wife beater
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| She would heat 'em up and give 'em all a fever (Say ahhh)
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| Tonight her victim had a Miller on his breath
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| Played a villain, didn’t know the killer on his deck
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| He liked to beat his wife in private
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| Leave bruises the color of violet in front of her son, Isaac
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| Nancy’d seen her at the hospital abused
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| She was too afraid to run away, impossible to move
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| So Nancy slid up in the room like-
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| Stethoscope glinting in the moonlight
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| But he hadn’t seen it sparkle yet, the middle of the physical argument
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| He had the veins popping out the face, Marlboro red
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| Her uniform medical, mask masquerade
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| Somersault behind the table like a woman half her age
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| Then Nancy popped up
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| Told him «Stop,» what?
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| Pop pop, gun sound, then he dropped, what now?
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| Sarah screamed out into the June night
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| And put her hand to her mouth like gesundheit |