Tonight would be the last night that
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we had our tea
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That bloody tea, which sent us into
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ecstasy
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Yesterday Mother complained, feeling
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dizzy, all in pain
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Mother's getting weaker, looking
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paler day by day
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As morning came, she could not make
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it out of bed
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And Grandma's spell was getting
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straight into her head
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Not a single word, she didn't seem to
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be alive
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Getting weaker, looking paler day by
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day
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Then Missy came in and she led me by
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the hand
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I didn't want to go, Oh but I should
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have known
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Mother was barely conscious, why
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should I care
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Just looking forward to the next
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ordeal
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I think I heard My sister begging me
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to stay
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She gave me the phone, so I could call
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someone for help
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I simply let go of her hand, then I cut
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the wire
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Missy was crying as I left them both
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behind
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And Mother's getting weaker, Missy
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shouted at My back
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"I hate You"
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Mother's Getting Weaker
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| King Diamond |
