Pictures hung on the walls
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Depicting a families dream's
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Look's like they could come
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Right out of some plastic family magazine
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I wish the pictures were true
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And the stories they told were real
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But I hate to say there was a rage
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Somewhere deep inside their cage
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Down, going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you
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Down, going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you down
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The cops show up but there late
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They could not stop all that hate
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They climbed over the bodies and put
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Up that yellow crime scene tape
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And we thought that these people
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Lived so calm and seemed fine
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Looks like underneath someone had lived
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With a blackened heart and mind
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Down, going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you
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down, going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you down
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It's so hard to believe
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Then they found a note
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It came from a man with a knife
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When they read it it gave them a chill
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If I can't have her then no one will
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Then no one will
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Down going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you
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Down going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you
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Down going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you
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Down going down holding you
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I'll take you down, I'll take you down
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Down With Me
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