Pulling the trigger
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a shot would fire then he'd wake
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To red lips above him smeared
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with scorn and stale restraint
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She covered him with pity
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like a snake about to strike
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And then pronounced him hopeless
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When he wouldn't do as she would like
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He's so sorry he can't feel remorse
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He tries to keep the helpless ship on course
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The blameless sky pales as a storm comes
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Taking it by force
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He's so sorry
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Flashes of justice
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after all she'd done for him
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For the first time she was quiet
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As he touched her moon pale skin
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They found him hours later
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He was talking to the gun
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Saying Father please forgive her
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She has killed her only son
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Remorse
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| Sam Phillips |
