| And she lays down on her bedroom floor
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| The chemicals that make her laugh
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| Don’t seem to be working anymore
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| She tries her best, but it hurts her chest
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| And even though her sun is gone
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| She’d like to love her child nevertheless
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| My hair is brown, she’s scared to touch
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| And she just wants to feel something
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| And I don’t think that’s asking for too much
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| And when I go to sleep it’s when she begins to weep
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| She’s appalled by not loving me at all
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| She wears a frown and dressing gown
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| When she lays down
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| We got a plane, oh to see my dad again
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| She prayed that we’d fall from the sky
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| Simply to alleviate the pain
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| Over water, hmm
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| Over terrain
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| The engines all go bust, we turned to dust
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| And I’ve no reason to complain, yeah
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| And in the end, she chose cocaine
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| But it couldn’t fix her brain
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| She’s appalled
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| Oh, she doesn’t love me at all
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| She wears a frown and dressing gown
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| When she lays down
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| That was it |