(verse 1)
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Her voice cuts through the walls,
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Rings through everything that's hollow.
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These bitter words recall,
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All that's left and hard to swallow.
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(pre-chorus)
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She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad.
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All she's got to lose is everything she never had.
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(Every back turned to her.)
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(chorus)
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We put her down in a shallow grave,
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She wears a dress like a body bag every day.
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And this way she won't have to run away,
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And she can keep her regrets at bay every day.
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(verse 2)
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Her blood runs hot to cold,
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Always breaking all she borrows.
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Her favours bought and sold,
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She lives like she's dead tomorrow.
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(pre-chorus)
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Just another reason looking for the next 'because'.
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Just another has-been wishing that she never was.
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(Every back turned to her.)
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(chorus)
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We put her down in a shallow grave,
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She wears a dress like a body bag every day.
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And this way she won't have to run away,
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And she can keep her regrets at bay every day.
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(bridge)
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Tomorrow's not a new day,
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More time to think things through.
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When patience starts to fall away,
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A day can feel like two.
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When we gave her a new face,
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The past was out of view.
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She never fooled us because she could never fool herself.
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(chorus)
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We put her down in a shallow grave,
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She wears a dress like a body bag every day.
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And this way she won't have to run away,
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And she can keep her regrets at bay every day.
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Shallow Grave
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| The Birthday Massacre |
