It was past her bedtime
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On a stormy night
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And she couldn't shut her eyes
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And she couldn't blow out the light
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So she gave up struggling
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And let the candle burn
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The hail knocked her window
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As her memories knocked in turn
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And her room had four blue walls
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They've been hers since she was small
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No sleep in sight
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Oh her father
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Is the only one
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Who pretends he can't remember
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What was done
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And her mother
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Can't find the strength
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To do anything at all but stand and pray
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In a room with four blue walls
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That were closing in together
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'Til they got so goddamn small
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That she had to brave the weather
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By herself
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So she went to the barroom
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And she picked a fight
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He told her she was looking for trouble
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And she said "that's right"
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She was looking for an eardrum
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So she beat him and she shoved
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'Til he couldn't quite resist her when she dragged him home for love
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To a room with four blue walls
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On a floor that's worn like leather
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And the shadows fell across them
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As she held their eyes together
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And they cried
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Would you be my ocean
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Won't you be the rain
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Can a kiss from you rinse another from my brain
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Can we wash these floorboards
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Can we wash these walls
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Can I close my eyes and sleep once and for all
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In a room with four blue walls
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Filled from floor to roof with water
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And a man who calmly calls her "darling dear"
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Not "darling daughter"
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She sleeps at last
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She sleeps at last
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And her room had four blue walls
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Four Blue Walls
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| The Duhks |
