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Every day she fears her life will end |
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Every time the call rings they are late |
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They never come quite in time to see his fist |
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Leave its mark on the side of her disgrace |
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They'll never charge him anyway and you know it |
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Say we can't get involved today |
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So where's the choice and who protects her now |
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Bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown |
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Useless screams for help can't save her now |
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Choices rendered the house is burning down |
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No one will ever understand cause they don't have to feel his crushing hands |
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And the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it for |
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But with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom |
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And then burned the bastard to the ground and ran |
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The fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress |
