Most nights she keeps a very sharp knife
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Next to a burning stove.
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So hot that the water tops off
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And she tumbles down onto the floor.
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She holds her head in her hands.
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What a cruel heaven she must have.
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But it's all right
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It's all right
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It's just a hard old world
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And we both know
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It's all right.
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Her hand grabs a heavy lead pipe
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The one that used to let her know
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How hard her Daddy could hit
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She remembers that on the floor.
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Heard the man for mayor
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Did this thing
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So you crossed the street
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To let him see
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Long time since that weekend
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Fling and he
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Got to see his old sweetie
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All grown.
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It's Alright
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