The yard was cold and dark
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the tracks were clearly marked
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But she was tired/ she didn't see
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She was just out alone
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She wasn't going home
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she was going somewhere far away
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the train was moving through
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as we know the world has to do
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Everyone will say it was her fault
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Somewhere a camera is placed
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inside this awful place
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the accident is about to start
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was it a lie?
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did it fill you head
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did it entertain?
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Will you feel alive
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at the end of it?
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When the collision came
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she died right away
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her body flung almost sixty feet
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and as she split in two
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was she coming straight for you
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and do you have a camera for a face?
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was she your TV show
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Was she your video
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A woman's pain never private,
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always seen
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I want to close my eyes
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I want to cut the wires
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I want a day not made for you to see
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When you play it back to me
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it feels more like a parody
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And that's all I will ever be
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it's all i will ever be
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i really dont' care about it
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i dont care if it's cold
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I really want to be the prettiest wreck
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you've seen
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(You broadcast it in 50 states
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looped her death on the internet
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and a woman's life got cheaper that day
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a woman's life got cheaper that day)
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Was It A Lie?
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| Sleater-Kinney |
