And the last thing I'd recall
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Her body standing on the stove
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Sandy wiping her grey eyes
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I was pleased and frightened
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To see a grownup woman cry
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She blamed her housemaid for her mind
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But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time
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I had rushed home from school
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To see my favorite show
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And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day
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And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow
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I swore I heard a voice come from the living room
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And say:
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"Oh...God
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Oh...God
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Oh...well..."
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And when I peered into that room
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My little afternoon took sick
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Sandy hanging from the light
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Her Levis wrapped around her neck
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It was a sight to see
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Old Sandy finally seeing me
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And though she couldn't speak
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I had a sinking feeling that she would have said:
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"Oh, darling....more mascara"
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She looked so peaceful in the air
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The lightbulb shining in her hair
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Her face was free
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It frightened me
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She looked happy
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I guess she found the difference
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And I thought about the joke
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Where the man keeps up his rotting wife
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She had maggots in her mouth
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I wonder if what she thought right now
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And then the car drove up
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And then the car drove up
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And I remember sleeping
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And I remember sleeping...
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And they wrapped her up and drove away
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And now I have this crazy fantasy...
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What if Sandy died in front of me?
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Sandy's Song
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| Amanda Palmer |
