thirty candles on the birthday cake
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she tries to blow 'em out
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does her best but leaves the one still burning
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it's hard to figure out
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it's hard to figure out she says
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picking up the knife
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when she considers how the one still burning
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best describes her life
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she runs her thumb along the knife blade laughing
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and cuts the bad part away
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reverend father on the t.v. set bringing her to god
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she never met him never held his hand
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she thinks it¡¯s pretty odd
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she thinks it¡¯s pretty odd she says, picking up the gun
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blue pistol in the screen light glowing
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there¡¯s a job needs done
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she runs her thumb along the gun sight laughing
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and blows the bad part away
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they found her hanging in the neighbor¡¯s barn
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swinging in the breeze
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long legged with her toes near touching
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as pretty as you please
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as pretty as you please she says picking up the axe
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she¡¯s walking out beyond the woodpile claiming
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she¡¯s gonna bring her back
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she runs her thumb along the axe head laughing
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and chops the bad part away
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Pretty as You Please
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