| «Well I don’t know if I can take this anymore»
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| She’s thinking as he shoves (her) against the wall
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| Screaming, «Well then what good are you for
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| You don’t give me no pleasure at all»
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| «Oh now I know I need to leave»
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| So she tells herself again
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| Wipes a little blood upon her sleeve
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| But she don’t tell herself when
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| And the baby starts a-crying, daddy sits back down
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| Sinks another drink to bring his temper down
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| And it’s in each they’re reflecting on the tv screen
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| Reminds her of a better day she thought she’d seen
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| But now take your time before you grieve
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| And keep your heart held off your sleeve
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| 'Cause ain’t no one but you deceived
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| Your sympathy is soon to leave
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| And now hide your mouth before you speak
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| Better yet just turn a cheek
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| Watch your interest growing weak
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| But still you say that I’m the freak
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| And I guess that’s fine with me
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| «But he’s probably had a long, long day»
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| She’s thinking in the kitchen while she weeps
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| Putting dinner’s left-overs away
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| As he stumbles off to bed and then to sleep
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| And surely he’ll be better come the dawn
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| When I rise to cook him breakfast 'fore he goes
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| Wakes without a word and then he’s gone
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| He’s got that kinda love that never shows
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| And baby starts a-wailin' and daddy comes back out
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| «Shut up that child» she hears him shout
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| And cradled in her arms she tries to calm the sound
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| «How am I to sleep?» |
| he screams and slaps her down
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| But now take your time before you grieve
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| And keep your heart held off your sleeve
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| 'Cause ain’t no one but you deceived
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| Your sympathy is soon to leave
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| And now hide your mouth before you speak
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| Better yet just turn a cheek
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| Watch your interest growing weak
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| But still you say that I’m the freak
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| And I guess that’s fine with me
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| When she wakes her head don’t cease to pain
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| Body’s broken and her clothes all torn away
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| Still the threat of emptiness remains
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| As she struggles to her feet to get away
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| «Help, where has my child gone?»
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| She screams as she runs from room to room
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| Every sound of silence lingers on
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| Not a single kick inside her womb
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| And her mind drowns in the shadows, mama falls back down
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| Where the walls that shape her world seem taller from the ground
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| And no more breath to scream, her throat just drips away
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| And no more life to lose as if there were to save
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| But now take your time before you grieve
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| And keep your heart held off your sleeve
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| 'Cause ain’t no one but you deceived
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| Your sympathy is soon to leave
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| And now hide your mouth before you speak
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| Better yet just turn a cheek
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| Watch your interest growing weak
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| But still you say that I’m the freak
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| And I guess that’s fine with me |