Tucked in the woods
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Near North Chicago
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Early November
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Commences our saga
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Two loved in silence
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For fear of corruption
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Then fate chimed in
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With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
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She awoke in a panic
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The TV in static
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She heard a voice
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In the attic
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Crouched behind her door
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With a Swiss Army knife
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She cried in silence
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Fearing for her life
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Protecting herself
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She stabbed the intruder
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The lights turned on
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Her knife impaled her suitor
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She'd committed a murder
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While he laid there bleeding
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She stared, clearly scared
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Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
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It's not right
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The lights get dim
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And all she thinks of is him
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She cried through the morning
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As she read the paper
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Her father told police
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The boy broke in to rape her
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She ran to the bathroom
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Enraged and pissed
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Grabbed a razor
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And tic-tac-toed her wrist
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She'd committed a murder
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And while she laid there bleeding
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She stared, clearly scared
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Checked her final pulse for beating
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It's not right
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The lights get dim
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And all she thinks of is him
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Prologue
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| I Killed The Prom Queen |
