(R. Martin)
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On her way home she starts to cry
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This feeling, though fleeting
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Gets worse each time
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It can't be blamed
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For trying
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A gentle warning
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Pay no mind
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All her wanting
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Was met with silence.
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She can't be blamed
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For trying.
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In a bedroom
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Of pine and grizzle
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It's her home now
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It's home now
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Home
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Strength is a weakness sometimes
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I'd comfort her if I could
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But I don't know how
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You can't be blamed
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For trying
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Learning
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| Rebecca Martin |
