| The old man is crying and he’s lying
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| The blood on his hands from his wife
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| Oh, Lucy, your mother is crying in the sky
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| Lucy, where am I?
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| They took me away from the scene
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| Removing the gun from my fingers
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| Oh, Lucy, your daddy is not the culprit
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| Now home in a cold cell
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| Dance all people, I hold the gun
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| Connected to my own self
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| Well Mrs. Ness is lying, a pool of blood
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| How could she do this to me?
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| Lucy dear, your mother just ended herself
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| She’s on her way
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| Tell her that I love her
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| But don’t forgive the thing she did
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| Well, love has its own way of coping
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| The sadness took over her feelings
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| Oh, Lucy, the loss of her girl made her blind
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| Three are now behind
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| Dance all people, I hold the gun
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| Connected to my own self
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| Well Mrs. Ness is lying, a pool of blood
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| How could she do this to me?
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| Lucy dear, your mother just ended herself
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| She’s on her way
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| Tell her that I love her
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| But don’t forgive the thing she did
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| Overloaded with anger that heals no soul
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| A grieving home |