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Emma fell like rain |
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Into my lap, like a heart attack |
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Like the lightning from her name |
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I'm running dry of bad excuses |
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Don't wanna lie or seem intrusive |
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But time hasn't told me anything |
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And neither has she |
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A poinsetta in poison rain |
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Twenty-two local rips of an injury |
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Washed her down the drain |
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With one silver bullet and two vicodin |
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And two vicodin |
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Emma woke up in darkness |
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Suitcase already packed |
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Wrote on the bag stand, signed in blood |
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Sincerely never coming back |
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A nightmare on my street the day she arrived |
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The nightmarish household in which she died |
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'Cause it made her feel at home |
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Somehow made me feel at home |
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A poinsetta in poison rain |
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Twenty-two local rips of an injury |
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Washed her down the drain |
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With one wooden stake through the heart |
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And two vicodin |
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A poinsetta in poison rain |
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Twenty-two local rips of an injury |
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Washed her down the drain |
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With one silver bullet and two vicodin |
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And we watched the sun fall crown |
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On a city that sleeps in a world upside down |
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A slow ticket straight out of town |
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You went out with a bang when you took |
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With you all my dreams underground |
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With you all my dreams underground |
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With you all my dreams underground |
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With you all my dreams underground |
