Must have been a week
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Since she drew the curtains down
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I don't know if it's night or day
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And I don't care
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Our hope seems so bleak
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But she's pulling through somehow
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While I'm trembling in dismay, in despair
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I can see you're scared and tired of all this
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I can see the torment, the damage it has done
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Still we both know what the other alternative is
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Not yet, the only one
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The good moments are brief
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And there's nothing I can do
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When it comes onto her again
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And does it aggress
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She shivers like a leaf
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As the waves of pain heave through
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The ruthless bringer of the end
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Fierce, perverse
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I can see you're scared and tired of all this
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I can see the torment, the damage it has done
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Still we both know what the other alternative is
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Not yet, the only one
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Don't go yet, don't let go
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Not yet, my only one
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Don't go yet, I can't let go
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Not yet, my only one
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Her Last 5 Minutes
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Sentenced |