All she's asking is for a little more time,
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To walk away from his anger and leave the bruises far behind
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She won't talk about it...she's made up her mind
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But as the front door shuts behind her she whispers "give me a sign."
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Feels the power of the engine as she climbs to 65
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Every piston sounds like freedom, every white line says goodbye
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She'll find strength in her anger and the truth in his lies
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When the last scar finally fades she'll have a new life
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Say goodbye to Mr. Right
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Lock the door, turn out the light
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Pack your bags, leave this trap
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Run away, don't look back
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See another day with each new sun
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Your life has just begun
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She can still feel the touch of his hand
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Not just the violence but the warmth of her man
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The night she never felt so alive
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even though it feels so cold outside
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It's the first time I've ever seen her smile.
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Alive
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| SR-71 |
