"Kezia, my darling, please never forget this world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,"
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Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
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before she added, "the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"
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She WORE perfume called Pride that smelled a lot more like Shame
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SO When she walked into the room I was sleeping, heard her curse my father's name;
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It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame
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It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame(x2)
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Mother oh mother, I'm shaking while I write
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tonight I'll stay awake and TRY TO breathe away my fright(x2)
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There's a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read(x2)
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Cuz I know it's NOT FROM YOU
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you're the only one I need, you're the only one I need
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I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
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But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
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I'm tired I'm cold, but this shot gun will instead
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(I want to go to bed I want to go to bed) I want to
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No one here to tuck me in so this shot gun will
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She Who Mars The Skin Of Gods
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| Protest The Hero |
