"Potential Suicide"
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She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down
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Now she's found that she can't stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town
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She's packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag
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She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories
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And every night that she's alive
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Is a potential suicide
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And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
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she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare and a headache that will never go away
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She's doing time and hating every minute of it blaming everything on something she can't escape
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She cries and she cries
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But no one ever listens
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She doesn't understand why she can't slow down
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She's packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag
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She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories
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And every night that she's alive
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Is a potential suicide
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And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
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And all the pain she's kept inside
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Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
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From all the heartache and the frustration tonight
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And now it feels like she's been dealt a shitty hand
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She said "it is mine" but she doesn't understand
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And every night that she's alive
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Is a potential suicide
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And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
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And all the pain she's kept inside
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Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
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From all the teardrops that she cried
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And every night that she's alive
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Is a potential suicide
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And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
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And all the pain she's kept inside
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Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
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From all the heartache and the frustration tonight
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Potential Suicide
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| Allister |
