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She wore red dresses |
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with her black shining hair |
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She had my baby |
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and caused me to care |
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Then coldly she left me |
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to suffer and cry |
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'Cause, She wore red dresses |
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and told such sweet lies |
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I never knew him |
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but he took her away |
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And on my knees like a madman |
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for vengeance I prayed |
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While the pain and the anger |
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destroyed my weak mind |
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She wore red dresses |
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and left the wounded behind |
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I searched til I found them, |
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then I cursed at the sight |
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Of their sleeping shadows |
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in the cold neon light |
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In the dark morning silence |
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I placed the gun to her head |
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'Cause, She wore red dresses, |
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but now she lay dead... |
