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Lying on the floor / |
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She could't sleep again |
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Staring at the ceiling / |
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Trying to forget the pain |
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The love she found was so short lived |
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What she needed / |
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They couldn't give |
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Love they said "mask's" a multitude of sin |
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But in their eyes / |
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She couldn't win |
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Lindsey recalls the questions fine |
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But in her eyes / |
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She cannot lie |
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Accusating fingers stand in line |
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But in her heart she begs the question why? |
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Sweet is the sound of grace |
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But her eyes were blinded / |
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When she looked into his face |
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Passion played into her heart |
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Colliding with mercy / |
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He played the part |
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And now he's gone / |
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Only left his seed |
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On looking for more to feed his greed |
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Alone & lonely she sighs / |
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Compromised her vows |
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Right under their eyes |
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The stares begin / |
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She's called their bluff |
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Arms once wide / |
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Are now folded up |
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The "whore's" cast out / |
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She caused the ?pure? to fall |
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They might have left her / |
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But she still hears the call |
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Lindsey recalls the questions fine |
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But looking back / |
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She cannot lie |
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When the longest hour had arrived |
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No one was there to hear her cry... |