She was on the floor, her face was in her mother's arms.
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She had said that she'd been out late with the boys.
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Just another evening, like every other evening
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Everything is all the same it seems.
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Danny always called her on the phone for no special reason,
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apparently,
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He could never tell her what it was, he suffered silently,
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quitely.
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Just another evening, but his hands just couldn't be still,
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He can't control it and he cannot tell her why,
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Feel the beaded knuckles, feel the snap inside,
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See the rush of terror in her eye,
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She can't feel it
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She can't feel it
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She can't feel anything anymore
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He tried painfully, he begged for her forgiveness on his knees,
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She gave gracefully, but inside,
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but inside,
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She still bleeds.
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She Can't Feel Anything Anymore
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| Paula Cole |
