She fell fifteen floors
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Then she died
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It was the only way to see inside
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The reasons trickle
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From her fingers
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And the brightness fades from her eyes
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She'd tell me it was nothing
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A mistake and now she's well
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She'd work a spell, and then
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As if nothing bad had happened
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She'd be sitting making patterns
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With my scared tired eyes
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When she cuts, then she bleeds
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It's the only way she gets what she needs
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Sitting making patterns with my scared tired eyes
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And then
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She'd take me to a doorway
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And to the other side
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She'd take me through with passion, tenderness and pride
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She brought me back with her hands
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Making promises and plans
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I left her in barren lands when I came inside
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I'd see her glazed eyes
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And crazed lies
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And the as if nothing bad had happened
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As if nothing bad had happened
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She'd be sitting making patterns
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With my scared tired eyes
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She'd be sitting making patterns
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'Cause my promises were lies
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My promises were lies
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Patterns
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| EMF |
