| Dark rings 'round her eyes where her face hit the floor
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| Bleak days, long nights, tensing when she hears the door
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| Ten thousand secrets locked up in her head
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| She needs to escape or she’s gonna wind up dead
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| Call me a sinner-man, I would feed him cinnamon
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| No water in his hands, he needs to understand
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| I can’t forgive a man of so many sins
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| He broke a mother’s heart, he bit into her kids
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| Violence dripping from your gold ring
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| Attack her while she’s sleeping
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| Access to a rifle, it’s time to get up and
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| Run, run, run
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| Ha, ha!
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| Young love was not only then the penny dropped
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| Face stern, big man, heavy boots, a heavy hand
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| Lost in the chaos of a million things
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| All down to the burden of a plain gold ring |