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Sister Renee, the jack of all trades |
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don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back |
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Watch myself fade on the bed that was made |
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not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you |
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Your uniform fits the charm and the wit |
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Life on the top floor by my side, by my side |
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I'm down in a pit with nowhere to sit |
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With a wrought iron door that separates us....separates |
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You gave me som poppyseed and we lay here for hours |
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Heal these blisters sacred sister |
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I will miss her so |
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Heal these blisters sacred sister |
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I will miss her so |
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Sister Renee, you've got it made |
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moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm |
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What can I say, I want you to stay |
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I'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs |
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You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hours |
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Heal these blisters sacred sister |
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I will miss her so |
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Heal these blisters sacred sister |
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I will miss her so |
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I will miss her so |
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I will miss her so |
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I will miss her so... |
